It is you.
It is fucking you.
I cannot describe it anymore,
It is you.
You are the only one I will ever want.
I belong with you.
You are my home.
I look at you and somehow I can see 50 years from now on the front porch of some old house in the middle of nowhere and we're together.
I need you.
You are the only thing that matters.
You are my good.
- 11:51pm
