Sometimes, it gets lonely. Especially when I realize all I ever really want to be is with you. Especially when I sense that you find this as an exaggeration. Because there really are days — long, winding unending days — that I’d rather spend with you. And even though our differences sometimes find a way to overwhelm us, we still laugh as loud as we can. And I miss that kind of companionship. Because I know I cannot and will not get it from anyone else. Because I know that it will never be the same with anyone else.
Because I have always known, always felt, always believed that this kind of euphoria only happens when you bury your face in my hair, call me beautiful and murmur the words I only want to hear from you.
I live for your words.
And I know I am changed. Forever. And I would never want to be changed back.