Imagine This

You

Someone once asked me when I knew you and I said forever because I can't think of a time that I didn't live the way I do with you. Then they asked if I knew you in the past and I answered no , it's complicated because you weren't in the past. You are still here and when they scowled, drawing their eyebrows in tight, they asked me plain and simple if we had a future and I said well, there isn't a future that I see without you and they walked away grumbling about how silly I was and how naive and young and stupid. I walked away with much of the same thought because what did they know about you? They didn't know the way your smile widened only at the corners until it crinkled your eyes; they sparkled with delight at something dumb I said. They didn't know that when I leaned against you, you swung your arm around me and tucked me into that niche by your side. They didn't know the way your hand bumped into mine and our fingers intertwined because that was where they belonged. They didn't know that you sat there listening to every gripe I had and tucked your head into my shoulder and cradled me in your two arms and enveloped me in your safety. They didn't realize that when I was exhausted and sick of people, that it didn't count you because you weren't like everybody else. They didn't know that when posed with the question of what I wanted most in this world besides God was you and only you. I didn't want someone like you; I don't want something even remotely identical to you; I just want you because you are one of a kind and I love every bit of you. They didn't understand you. But I do. And I love only one person that way.  Guess what?

That's you.