You make me feel...

My Happiness is the water trickling down my face as I shriek from the cold ballon you popped over my head. It's only 50°, it's raining, and I'm soaked from the water fight we're having...

My Safe Feeling is the warmth of your jacket draped over my shoulders. We're both walking home in the rain, and you're freezing but you didn't want me to get sick. The warmth is your protective arm around me always, the smell of you reminding me that everything's okay when I'm around you.

My Comfort is your arms wrapped around my body. Your embrace is my pillow and blanket, I could fall asleep in your arms. I want to fall asleep in your arms.

My love is your body. The shape that the skin and bones take. Your 206 bones forming the outline of your perfect person. You may not think you're perfect but I know you are.

My confusion is the Raspberry Iced Tea I always drink while at the movies. Holding his hand, resting my head on his shoulders, kissing his lips, but thinking, wanting, craving to hold your hand, to rest my head on your shoulder, to kiss your lips...

My regret are my lips. Saying "I love you" to him and not you. Saying "I do" to him and not you. Kissing his lips and not yours. Speaking his name and not yours.

My lost are those letters I wrote for you, confessing things to you, admitting things about myself, but I never sent them. Buried in a box under my bed, waiting for you. For your eyes. I'll never get the courage to give them to you.