I wish I could be all that you needed. All that you wanted. And all that you loved.
I wish I could be the person you would go to when you were in trouble. And if your car stopped working, I’d be the first one you’d call. Or if you had writers block, I’d be your first inspiration. Or if you got really sick, you’d want me to be the one by your side.
I wish I could have a heart next to my name on your phone. I wish I could at least still be a contact.
I wish I could be the one you would want to hold your hand through a funeral. I wish I could be the one to comfort you, after a bad day at work. I wish I was still the one who made your face light up, like an August day in Maryland.
I wish I could be the one you would randomly message, telling me that you haven’t forgotten about me. And that you never will. I wish I could be the person you will always love. And the one you think will always be the one for you.
I wish I could be the one you dream about.
And afterwards, you’d wake up in a cold sweat, wanting that dream to be real. I wish I could be the one moving in with you. The one who would help unpack our boxes together, and would help make instant dinners with you.
I wish I could be the one you’d want to build a home with. To laugh together at our failed attempts at putting together Ikea furniture. To sleep on a cold mattress together, but only needing the heat from each other. I wish I could be the one you’d call up in excitement about a new piece of furniture, and record player. I wish I could be the one always on the other end of the line with you.
I wish I could be the one to build a future with you.
To cry tears of joy when you get down on one knee. To cry tears of joy when my father walks me down the aisle. To cry tears of joy when we say “I do”.
I wish I could be the one who’s plans with you came true.
I wish I could be the one who always has a future with you.