I just want to like, tell everyone that your mine. And circle the world with you by my side, holding my hand. I just want to be able to lay with you when you're sad, or help you read lines for theatre, or make you dinner, or take you on dates, or cuddle with you, or kiss you, or hug you, or drive you places because your road rage is bad, or just be able to drive around town and pass your block, and I want to find out what makes you squirm, and see if you're ticklish. And be able to look into your eyes. I want to give you my jacket when you're cold and stick your hands inside of my pockets to keep you warm. I want to take you on picnics and surprise you with little things. I want to be able to crush your tiny frame in massive hugs and never let go. I want to go on double dates with your friends and go out to places with you while knowing that I'm the luckiest person in the world because you're coming home with me. I want to go to your theatre performances and give you flowers afterwards. I want to take out books from the library with you and read under trees. I want you to fall asleep on my chest because you're so beautiful when you're careless. I want to bring you soup when you're sick and I want to go see Josh Groban in concert because I know how much you love him. I want to wake up next to you. I want to bring you breakfast in bed. I want to make tacos with you. I want to bring home moon orchids because I know they're your favorite. I want to take silly pictures with you in a photo booth. I want to come home to you wearing my flannel. I want to have fights with you, but let you win because I hate to see you sad. I want to steal kisses when no one's looking. I want to know what if feels like to have you in my arms.