maybe i don't know you at all, but ****. every part of me wants to. i want to know all the itty bits of you, the things that piece you together. i want to know your favourite colour, your worst nightmares, your wildest dreams. i want to know what keeps you up at night, what song you'll leap for at the sight of a karaoke machine, and about the time you broke your arm at just thirteen. i want to know you on your good days, your bad days, and everything in between. and i know it can be hard, i know it's hard to trust people, but i am willing to wait. i'm willing to wait for you to let me in, because you, my darling, are worth it. you're worth the heartache, and the times i have to push back when you try to distance yourself from me, and you're worth the nights you call me and wake me up because you need someone to just ramble to. your worth is undeniably large, and that says a lot, because i wouldn't do this for simply anyone. you're special. in my mind, you are. you're an extraordinary human being full of talent and wonder and yes, flaws, but you are perfect in my vision, you; you're you. and that is everything to me.