Each individual's eyes have a vocabulary and language unique to its own.
But days passed, weeks, and these weeks grew to months.
Your language was one I spoke fluently, and I mine was the same.
Though as I look in your eyes tonight.
I wonder if you can remember again.

Send me a text like lovers do,
I just want to feel like I mean something to you.

I remember viewing the sunrise after a late night with you, smiling as I wrapped my arms around you.

I now view the sunrise, with heavy eyes from a sleepless night. I claw at my temples, and hold back a scream, I know if I go to sleep, I'll only have another haunting dream.

Your name is hot when I scribble it amongst the paper, like my passion burning for you.

Your name is heavy when I speak it, like how heavy my eyelids get after I stayed at your house, and left that next morning with a lack of sleep... So I could be with you.

Your name is one of many, but I can easily pick it out.
But unlike how I can pick you out from a crowd, Or how I could once decifer your feelings for me, I can't anymore.

I have only memories to remember,
Things have really changed since last December.

"Happy annive..."

I cut off the text, it's been months since we've parted... Why do I still text that?

I want to know what your dreams our. What goes through your mind at 4 a.m on the nights you cannot sleep. I want to know what makes you laugh when your sad. I want to know your favorite song and why. I want to know your ticks, your turn ons, your habits. I want to know every guilty pleasure of yours. I want to know your past. I want to know every way to touch you so that you shiver, I want to know how to make you smile. I want to know how to make you laugh.
Overall, I crave you.

But why don't you want me?

I could choose anyone else in this world,
But I chose you.
And I will choose you every time.