No. You. Only you.

No. that won’t work for me, because all I’ve ever wanted is you. Only you and no one else. I would be happy for the rest of my life and I want you to know that I can only breath when your existence is next to mine. You’re perfection at it’s insecure point. I love that about you. I love everything about you and I don’t know what to do about it anymore. It sounds so cliché, but I can’t sleep without you. I can’t read because my eyes trail towards the picture of you next to my bed. They travel to the phone. The buttons beckoning me to dial your number. I can’t help but draw you, and trace your soft jawline, and draw your messy hair and your cute nose. I can’t help but love you with every growing multiplying cell in my entire body.