Untitled Poetry

Thirty Three

There's a million things to be said about you.
It might be the way your eyes light up when you talk about the things you love,
Or the way you laugh,
Or the way your dimples show when you smile.
It could be the way you stand tall against oppression,
Or the way you you love your family.
Maybe it's the way that you talk to me,
And the way that you take so much time just to say hello.
Maybe it's those Skype calls at three in the morning.
Maybe it's just because I love you.
Maybe it's because it's always been you.
I just know that I want you.
More than anything.
I need you like I've never needed anything else before.
Is it too much to hope that you feel the same?