I want to see you because I want to imprint your face on my memory so deeply that I can trace it perfectly into a lake, a pond, an ocean, and it be so indelible that islands form around those strokes.
I want to hear your voice because I need the ebbs and flows of it to resurface my ear canals, my nerves, my very sound waves so that every whisper, every drum, every intonation echoes of you and so you’ll always be with me.
I want you because I have lived long enough in this world by myself. I want you because where I end, where I finish, where I break off has been made for you to begin; for you to be–it is for you and only you can make an us worth being. I want you because there is only you for me.
I want you because I was made for you.