money is scarce,
but isn't it always?

space is free,
because you're not here to occupy it.

time is wasted,
    because I mumble, and freeze up.

but I think
  that's okay
    because I don't want us to be      
                          normal.

I don't want to treat you like your next,
or your last.

I want to be someone you remember,

someone you think back to and smile.

I want to spoil you,
  with my words
    and gestures.

with how much
  I think about you,

how much time I have  
lost
in you.

I want you to know that you're my everything,

and I want that to make you feel amazing.

I want to make you feel amazing.