You say you love that I see you through only my eyes and not the worlds.
But that is only because
You are not your bitter mood on your bad days when the world is not in your favor.
You are not a naive teenage boy who doesn't know enough to form arguments with adults.
You are not your hometown or the funny kid in class.
You are not where you plan to go to college after high school.

You are your favorite meal and the way it tastes just a bit saltier than sweet.
You are your favorite songs and the way they get silent right before the bass drops in the car and the sound overwhelms you with goosebumps.
You are all of your witty remarks that I will never cease to be amazed by the quick intelligence that your mind holds.
You are your kind words that I crave to hear every morning and every evening.
You are your favorite movies and why the part where they accidentally shoot the gun at the wall is hilarious.
You are your passions and deepest dreams that no one bothers to understand.
You are a beautiful living form of art and deserve to be loved.
You deserve someone to wake you up with soft kisses and quiet whispers.
You deserve someone to make you breakfast just the way you like it.
You deserve someone to make your bed and put away your clothes.
You deserve someone to be there for you even when you are in your grumpiest states.
You deserve someone who loves music and thunder storms just as much as you do.
You deserve someone who loves spontaneous adventures and quiet summer evenings.
You deserve to be loved and I hope that one day you come to see that.