When I say I want to be with you, I mean there’s a GPS in my heart and every recalculation takes me back to you.
I mean there’s a Buffy The Vampire Slayer marathon on this airplane and I’d rather hear about your day. I’ve got Spike minimized and I’m using my paid for internet access to direct message you.
I mean there’s only one taco left and I think you’re hungrier than me, so I want you to have it. Even though I’m also a little hungry. Even though I love tacos. Even though an hour later, I’m going to be in the fridge looking for something to satisfy. I still want you to have it. I still want you to be the first one satiated.
I mean nothing is ever perfect, but your face comes close.
I mean nothing is ever logical, but us together feels right.
When I say I want to be with you, I mean there’s something inside me that doesn’t feel as good when I’m not with you. Could I survive? Yeah. Could I craft a life I’m proud of? Probably. But it wouldn’t be nearly as good. I’d always look out the window, hoping I’d see you.
I’d always look around, hoping you’d find me.