You ask me why I like you, and it’s really something I can’t put into words. Maybe it’s because you make me happy most of the time. Maybe it’s because you know how to keep a conversation with me. Maybe it’s because you got me thinking about you before I go to sleep, and after I wake up. Maybe it’s because I can be myself around you. Maybe it’s because you bring the best out of me.

Maybe it’s because I can spend hours on the phone with you talking about the stupidest things. Maybe it’s because I can never get enough of you. Maybe it’s just because your just being yourself, and I’m slowly falling for you.

There will always be those days, when all you want to do is stay in bed, let the world crash over you like a giant wave, and just sleep it off. You just want to pull back from everything, call in sick, when you’re emotionally hurting. But the best thing you can do on those days is get up and work through it because it only makes you stronger.