The Story of Us

Part One

Sunday,
I love him. I loved him yesterday, and I'll love him tomorrow. I can't look in the mirror without seeing part of him inside me. He is my better half, how do you tell somebody that they own half of your soul without sounding controlling?
"You are my soul mate"
No. Too basic.
"You possess a better half of me"
What are we, demons?
"I want you to want me, as much as I need you."
Do I need you? Or do I simply need the attention, the feeling of your lips against mine when I'm at my lowest?
I need you. I need you. I need you.

Monday,
You're so beautiful, so fucking perfect. You're a god damn masterpiece, who let me, so bland, and original fall in love with you. Damn. I look at you and I see the equivalent to the Mona Lisa, and I wish everyone around the world could witness you for even a glimpse. You're a ray of sunshine, you're my baby.

Wednesday,
I saw you last night you look like you're in rough shape. Your mom was there.. So was your dad, and your sister. They allowed me in the room. I couldn't help but cry, I need you. God dammit, I fucking need you. Don't leave me. Don't leave us.
Please?