As I watch you light your cigarette, the flame flickers with the reminiscence of the night you first called me baby. It was so foreign to me, and as it rolled off of your tongue so naturally I couldn't imagine being beckoned by any other name. Nicknames had never made sense to me- why give people a reason to save their breath that they could've been expelling on each extra syllable? People are so simple to forget that nowadays you want them to have to think about you even for those few extra seconds it takes to say a given name, rather than a shortened version that is much less than what you deserve. You deserve the world covered in twinkling chandeliers even though you think they're unnecessary. You deserve every word in the dictionary to be dedicated to the way your lips move as they speak them. You deserve books that attempt to explain the way you breathe in between kisses. You deserve your own science that focuses on explaining and capturing the fragrance you leave laced through my sheets. You deserve every single shade of blue to be based off of the way the light illuminates the flecks of the sky in your eyes. I'm not really one for clichés, but you deserve more than the world and so much more than even the galaxy holds. You deserve everything from cities of gold and glass to every bag of gummy bears in existence. And all I ever want to deserve in this world is to be your baby.

-o.m.h