I want to write about you.
I want to write about how I order coffee now just to be reminded of your eyes.

I want to write about you.
I want to write about how your dimples make me melt into a puddle as you smile.

I want to write about you.
I want to write about how although you're lanky and your height is awkward, you still fit perfectly with me.

I want to write about you.
I want to write about how when you grip my hair in your hands as you kiss me it makes my body want more.

I want to write about you.
I want to write about how you're different from every other one I've ever been with, different from every other I've ever run away from.

I want to write about you.
I want to write about how gentle you were when you touched me, when you held me, when you looked at me.

I want to write about you.
I want to write about the way you looked at me, the way you looked at me as if love could exist, as if love does exist.

I want to write about you.
I want to write about how since I lost you this is the only way I can still have you.