October 30 2024
In the most self-centered way imaginable, I don't want anybody else to be the reason of your smile, feel your touch , kiss your lips, or have your heart.
Yes, I did say that.
I'm selfish, and I don't apologize.
It would be my dream to be the one who made you laugh.
I want to be your go-to person when you need a hug.
Your kisses?
I want them all.
Your hugs?
I wish to be the only one who gets to feel it.
I realize it may sound strange, but you are so important to me that I want you to be the ending of my story.
I want to be your last kiss, and your final first date.
You are mine, Ms. Rivera.
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