Everything that you have to offer, is everything I wish for. Nothing more, nothing less. Each and every particle that you are composed of is equivalent to the finest perfection this world has ever seen. You are a dream come true and I still find it hard to believe that you would ever give me the time of day. Is it alright if I delicately place my heart, scraps and all, into your possession for as long as you desire? Or can handle it, lol. It will be a handful considering most of the parts have been broken off, or are close to due to cheap tape and shitty glue. I can’t promise to have it all together as one , but I do promise to have all the pieces. I’ve noticed that I sound ridiculously vulnerable towards you in my writing. That is not the case, for that would be an extreme step backwards. What I find so wondrous about you and I is that we accept and trust in each others life style, and that one day you and I will share one. Maybe not necessarily that, but pretty damn close. I have learned to never put someone before me, in any way. I think most people would find that to be offensive, but in fact I see it as gasoline for the passion fueling beneath and for the two of us. As individuals, and as one. It’s entirely possible for the two concepts to intertwine, if all steps are taken correctly. Don’t get me wrong, there will be times where one of us might take a step back or step on the others foot from dim lighting but I have a strong feeling that you’re the one. What we have shines brighter than anything I have ever seen. I truly am thankful for all the pain to have come my way, all the heartache to have been engraved into my bones, because without all of that, I probably wouldn’t have this chance with someone so absolutely perfect. Not a day goes by where I don’t fantasize about when I can steal you and make you all mine.