You are so important, okay? I mean, sure, my friends are all important and all living beings are basically of importance too, but you. . .
You're an 11:11 wish that's been granted, undeserving as I am.
Now, you may not yet hear those three words you never fail to tell me everday, but here goes some things:
You will be in every song I hear,
in every sound my lips utter,
in every secret I whisper,
in everything my fingers touch,
and in all the beauty my eyes see.
I have my sight set on you, point-blank, and yes, I will always want it to be you.
