I want you.
I want to be there with you, and know what you’re thinking and know your pain and your happiness. I want to know you better than yourself, so that when you’re sad and don’t know why, I can fix you. I want to run with you and lay with you and be with you and kiss you. I want to know that when you’re asleep and smiling, it’s because of me, not because of a secret you’re keeping from me. I want to be that person that you think of first when something funny happens. I want to be the most called in your phone, the name you write down more often than any other. I want to be the lips that you kiss when you wake up in the morning and when you go to bed at night. And really, above everything else, I want you to want me this way too.