You want to know how you make me feel?
Safe, comfortable, and in love. But the most important factor here is that I find a home in you.
Within your arms and within the tiny spaces between your heartbeat.
I live there, that's where I've lived for a long time.
Do you know that? Do you know but just don't went to acknowledge it? Or do you know and you're fine with it because you exist within me too.
I don't know if I'm holding you capture but the selfish part of me doesn't want to let you go. Not for anyone.
Now how does that make you feel?
You're this person who feels so deeply and you know what you want, but is that still me? After everything?
Because it's still you after everything and will always be you.

I want to be your endgame, I want to be the person that people knew you'd end up with.
I want to never have to know what it would feel like without you in my life.
I want to run my fingers through your hair as I study your sleeping face, it was my favourite thing to do.
I want to wake up next to you and lean over just so I could hug you and breathe in your musky scent.
I want to grow with you by my side, pushing me toward success while I do the same to you; your hand clasped with mine tightly.
I want to hear you softly sing to me and smile into our kisses.
I want you to know how to calm me down when I'm overwhelmed and make me laugh when I don't feel like smiling, I want to be able to do it to you too.
I want all of you, your flaws, your past, your insecurities, your present self and I want to know your future self.
I want to wake up five years from now, and go into our daily routine we will eventually have or just spend the entire day inside just for the hell of it.
I want consistency and I know you can give me that if you want.
I don't want this back and forth any more, I know what I want know. Hell I always knew I wanted it but I was afraid of what the world would say, and now that they have moved on from the topic of you and I.
I know; it was stupid and idiotic to feel that way then but I don't feel that way now.
I want movie dates with you.
I want the bad parts to, the arguing and bickering.
The angry tears and sad ones. I want you to see me vulnerable and know how to fix it.
I want you to come to bed every night even though you're mad as hell with me or the other way, and opt to stay even when I say 'go' because I won't mean it.
I want you, just... you.