Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember,
I'll always remember the sound of the stereo,
the dim of the soft lights,
the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers
and the time on the clock when we realized it's so late
and this walk that we shared together.
The streets were wet
and the gate was locked so I jumped it,
and I let you in.And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist
and you kissed me like you meant it.
And I knew that you meant it,
that you meant it,
that you meant it.
-Dashboard Confessional


Not exactly the things I remember about today... but this is still the best day that I remember. The best day since the last time I saw her. There's something in the way she moves; in the way she talks; in the way we are that affects me like nothing ever has. And she left a few hours ago and ever since then I've just wanted her to come back... because that's when I'll feel happiest again.
I've never felt so powerless... like I was so completely at someone's mercy. I've never wanted this much to make someone happy. I've never had conversations before where all we did was look at each other's eyes and I knew.... knew more surely than if she had told me a thousand times that she feels the same way that I do.

I want to write a poem or a song... paint a picture.... something artistic. There's something about prose that doesn't even begin to capture this in the slightest.

My words feel dull and inept after the omnipresent sparkle in her eye....