i guess there is that urge within me to just give someone my worship and adoration. it’s an urge that doesn’t even necessarily have an aim. it’s just there, ready to be given. 

and you know damn well they don’t “deserve” it. but maybe that’s part of the healing power of love. who of us really ever truly deserves it? depending on how you look at it, it’s either all of us or none of us. 

but you still want to give it anyway. yeah, i’ll be looking at you with rose-colored glasses. it’ll be silly. it’ll be foolish. but i’ve spent too long thinking too hard. let me be a fool for you. let me love you