Its you.
And it always will be you.
It always has been you.
Your smile.
Your teeth.
Your eyes.
You.
You are the only person to ever exist to take my breath away, or make me laugh the way you do.
You get me.
You understand me sometimes more than I understand myself.
Your love over flows and sometimes I don’t know what to do with it all.
But I’d never complain about that.
All I want is you.
It will be you until the oceans run dry.
It will be you until the stars burn out.
It will be you until my lungs breathe stale air.
It will be you until my eyes close for the last time.
You.
You.
You.