Make It To Me.

You are the calm, smooth voice that rocks me to sleep at night. The soft, caring hand that wipes away every tear that falls from my scarred eyes. The one who pushes me up the mountain when I feel as if I can't even crawl. The one who holds me all night, telling me how everything will end up okay. The one who tells me over and over again, until your mouth is dry, just how beautiful I am when I look in the mirror and break. The one who laughs at me when I cut holes in in my gloves, because I can't stand the bend of my thumb to be touched. The one who stays up all night binge watching Grey's Anatomy with me. The one I cannot stop thinking about, ever. The one that I love with all of my heart and soul. And to think that I haven't even met you yet.