things I want

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I want to drive with you in silence, and set with you on our living room's floor discussing things that matter and things that don't for hours.
I want to witness your moments of triumph and happiness, when you can't suppress your goofy smile. and I want to be there for you when sadness wrap itself around your heart, making it hard for you to breathe without coughing out tears and hurtful sobs.
I want to be the first thing you lay an eye on when you wake up.
and the last thing you think of before you fall asleep.
I want to see you sleeping soundly, breathing steadily, I want to watch you as your chest goes up and down, I want to study your peaceful features, memorize your drowsy smile.
I want to explore this world with you, and create a new one of our own,
I want to know you. I want to know you better than yourself.
I want to know every freckle, every scar, every silly childhood dream you had, and every serious ambition you have.
I want to know what scares you the most, I want to know what you believe in and why you believe in it.
until you become so familiar to me that I wouldn't have to guess any more. until you become a part of me.
I want to know how you drink your tea, and what's your favorite shirt.
I want to be worth your time, and the first person you turn to.
and I know that I seem selfish, but I can't help but wonder at your magnificence, it's like seeing a shooting star for the first time.
because I see the sun in your eyes,
I see the moon in your smile,
I see a universe within you.
I can't promise you forever, but I'll promise you a lifetime. and I know that I don't have much to offer, but I have a heart that can contain oceans and raging storms.
and I will love you on your bad days as much as your good ones.
I will love you, until time runs out, until your hair turns grey, until my skin is wrinkled.
I'll love you to the day they decide to cut me out of life support, to my very last breathe.
I will love you, every second of every minute of every day.
and I can't promise you that I'll do it correctly but I promise you that I'll try.





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