Watching you sleep

watching you sleep is a beautiful thing.
I want so much to be with you forever yet now,
you have put a dought in my heart. Forever and Always is what we promised and I hope to keep that promise but it seems hard now. I know your sorry for the things that you said, Iknow that you didn't mean it, but what I don't know is: What else are you thinking?
What you do you dream about at night? What makes you feel the way you feel? What helps your heart decide that you love me more? Contemplating on things that shouldn't have a question about. How do I know, how you feel is honestly how you feel? All I can ask for is honesty; you give that to me. I don't think I'm used to it, that's all.
I love you. I would carve your name into my flesh if you wanted me to. I trust you with my life. Althogh, you scare me in someway. I want to be perfect for you, but how do I do that?
I'm afraid of waking you, in fear that I will never again cherish this moment.I love watching you in all you do. I love to think about our future together someday, if there is a future together. When you look at me with those eyes of yours, I can't seem to think about anything else. I want to stay lost in them forever. You give me everything I want with a single glance. What more could I want?
Only one other person has made me feel this way. I souly gave myself to him with everything I had. Now, I'm broken and you seem to enjoy fixing me. Your smiles mend every crack that has been put upon my heart, your touch comforts me when I feel the world around me crash; you hold me when it feels like no one loves me anymore, and your kiss melts everything away.
I would be wrong to say that everything I feel is a lie. I would be wrong to admitt that I didn't love you, I would be wrong to ever let you get away from me. I know I am wrong though, for some choices that I've made in the past; our beginning. I'm trying to mend them as much as I can because I know you hurt from them.
But wathing you sleep is a answer to my prayers. I love you now more then ever, and I would gladly open myself up to every kind of pain in the world, just to have you fix them again...1