Staple my Lips Closed

Guys it doesn’t matter if no one reads this. I just need to write it somewhere. I guess that’s what Tumblr is for but whatever…
I just keep thinking of that time we were supposed to meet at lunch and I went to the bathroom before I went to meet him and then I got out of there and was walking over to our meet up place and he snuck up behind me and put his arms around my waist and kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear that he missed me and loved me. And then when we were on the beach laying next to each other in the sun and laughing at random things and I was laying next to him warm under the sun and it really didn’t matter what either of us said because we were just happy with our legs tangled up and holding one anothers hands. And the times when he leans in to kiss me and then at the last minute kisses my nose instead. I just love everything about you. I love that you saved all my notes and cards and letters I gave you and that you always text me and that you think everything I do is cute and sweet. And Nilla wafers. And all the cute nicknames you call me and your good morning texts and how you taught me some Spanish and always want to be close to me and love tea. 
I feel like being this happy shouldn’t be okay for me. Like something has to go wrong to balance it out. But nothing bad has happened and you’re still here and I’m so happy.

So very happy :)