You want to be the one I talk to when times are good and then turn bad.
I want you to be the one who smiles when I make a bad joke, then tells me not to say it again later.
I’m only fooling myself to think that anyone could be better than you— the one who knows what’s right about everything, the one who hugs me from behind telling me how much you ‘love’ me.
Why can’t you be that person always? Even when the chips are down and the towel is thrown in.
I don’t want you to give up that smile, your seductive smile, your sly grin or even your ‘happier when your around’ laugh.
That is what I fell for so many days ago that one night when the sun seemed never to rise, but then again… we were to never part.