I want to be your definition of amazing.
I want to move you like earth quakes rumble the Earth
when they dare show off their beauty.
I want to make you question everything yet bring you clarity, all at the same time.
I want to get to know you.
The you that you’re free to be when you’re alone.
I want us to be like the eye of a hurricane because even in this whirlwind of life,
                                                                    we’ll make beauty.
I want to have the privilege of growing old with you and the honor of calling you mine.
I want you to shatter every belief I’ve ever held
                                              and help me pick up the pieces
                                                                                and create harmony.
I want the planets to dance to the ineffable melody
of our heartbeats becoming one.

I want you for as long as you’ll let me.

I want to spend every night tucked between the sheets, enveloped in your scent.
I want your arms generously graced around my body
and the thought in our heads that if we ever let go, we’d lose part of ourselves.
I want to kiss the outlines of your smiles and we’ll call it dimples.

I don’t know who you are yet, but I want you.

And I’m sorry I want so much.