All my life I’ve been yearning for a thing I cannot name. And sometimes, you run into someone who manages to fill that hole. Someone as incomplete and broken that it feels right. You’re that for me my luv. You give me joy. You give me pain. You’re the cause of my sadness. You’re the cause of my anger. And above all, you’re the cause of my love.

I told you I don’t dream often. But I daydream. I dream of having you in my arms. I dream of listening to your endless stories. I dream of us cuddling under the blanket, laughing, and talking about life. I want your soul tangled in mine. I want you wrapped inside me.

I write this, on a cold, dark, murky day while I watch you sleep, thinking how I ended up here. I want it all and I want more of it. The kisses, the fights, the elevator rides, and the McD visits. Every night before you fall asleep, I want to ask you what you want. And everyday I’m alive, I want to work to get you that all.

My precious little pot of gold. I’ll protect you. From myself and even from yourself. It’ll hurt. Deal with it. I want you to forget your scarf or your lighter in my life and come back for it.

I love you. And I’ll probably end up killing you.

“The answer has always been in infinities. Maybe vertical ones!?”