It hurts to want you so badly, it really does. Its not even an obsession, it’s more than that. Its wanting you for everything that you are and everything that you’re not. Its wanting to wake up to your face every morning. Its wanting to kiss you every chance I get. Its having to hold your hand when I’m scared and having your shoulder to lean on when I need the support. Its being able to tell you my every secret and knowing the feeling is mutual. Its thinking that I can no longer love you as much as I already do and then finding a new thing to love. Its wanting to grow old with you and feeling the same way I did when I met you, perfect as you were and me a piling mess who you took in and shared your perfection with. Its wanting you forever and ever, but knowing you’re only a photo and I’m just some girl who will never be able to tell you any of this because who am I to you?