I miss you.

I want to hug you.

Cuddle with you.

Kiss you.

I want you.

You might not be perfect in your eyes,

But you're perfect to me.

I love you.

Every "imperfection' you complain about.

Beautiful.

Perfect to me.

I love you.

So much.

But hey, you probably don't want me anymore.

I'm annoying, stubborn, refusing to do things.

Sorry.

They've always taken you away.

You used to be mine.

Without any interruptions,

Without any people to scoop you and take you,

I miss having you to myself.

Without you leaving me for someone else.

Without you having someone taking my spot.

Now, I just sit in the background.

Finding someone new,

Someone who won't run away like that.

Someone who won't replace me.

But I can't leave you all the way, can I?

I'm still here.

Open arms.

Waiting,

For you to come back to me.

Until there's no one left.