Julia

Do you know? Of the nights I stay up with toast and root beer, listening to 'Death Cab For Cutie' just because their songs sound like you; soft, sad and rough at the edges. Would you care if I told you?
Sometimes I ponder which season is my favorite, and I can't choose because you're warm like summer, but you always wear the colors of fall. If I could only decide, then I'd know if I preferred your full and warm smile to your shy and coaxed one.
You're so unsure, it makes me wonder what you search for. If you'd just tell me, I'd give it to you. Are you afraid that I'd judge your wishes? I wouldn't, as long as they came from your heart. That's the best part of you, because you've made me work to stay inside it.
I wish you'd stop thinking about your future, you're forgetting to enjoy the present. Then again, I'm not much better. I daydream of you in black and white, the whole thought being like an Audrey Hepburn movie; always a klutz and a teacher. I've played each role, but you're generally the latter.
I've tried to tell you that I love you, but you never seem to read my messages correctly. Remember all those times I've made curt jokes, just to see your face scrunch up? Or how I'll hug you, just to be close? I wish I had the courage to be blunter.
I'm sorry if I test your patience sometimes. You seem to show that I do, when you roll your eyes or forget to answer. But you still care, or you wouldn't come back to me. How far does your care go?

My actions could be better, but I wish I could make you understand; I trip and fall just to have you pull me back up again.