I think about holding your hand,
walking beside you and talking about what you did back when you were thirteen and had your first crush.
I think about kissing you because it's nearly impossible for me not to look at you and want to kiss you.
I think about hugging you and trying to encompass everything I feel for you into that simple gesture.
I think about making love to you because ever since we first explored each others bodies,
I've been obsessed with ways to make you shudder at my touch.
I think about the way you make me feel and how I want to make you feel that way.
I crave your touch,
your kiss,
your taste...
I crave you like my favorite dessert.
I want to be your everything.
Your lover,
your friend,
a neighbor,
everything.
Because you're everything to me.
I haven't felt this way about anyone else and I don't plan on feeling this way again.
I want it with you and you only.
You've got my heart.
So I've got to know,
if I have yours.
If I don't then..
I'll do whatever I have to do to prove to you that I should care for it.
Because the only person I trust with your heart is me,
because it's the one thing that I'll always protect.
I love you.
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