I want it. I want it all. I want the kissing, the fighting, the phone calls, oh god, especially the two a.m ones where we talk about everything and nothing at once. I want the sleepy good mornings and the tired goodnight’s and I want the loud days where we are both swearing at each other and then apologizing afterwards with stumbling hands and soft sorry’s. I want you on the days where you think that you’ll never amount to anything and I want you on the days where you feel like finally, just finally, you got it all together even if you don’t. I want you in your darkest of hours, especially if I’m the one who can be able to hold your hand through it. Like that time you called me and you were crying, and even though my heart had hurt to hear that, I stood there and talked to you, just so you can have a distraction and focus on my voice. I’ve never felt so needed, so wanted, so important in that very moment. You made me feel that way, and again, I realized I fell in love with you just a bit more harder. You’re a pain in the ass and you make me want to punch walls and throw things out my bedroom window, but you also make me want to hold your hand and stroke your knuckles while kissing every inch of your body and whispering just how much I love you. Because I do, I do love you and I sometimes don’t tend to show it as much but I do. With every atom inside of me, I love you and I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’ll always want you, even in the moments that become the hardest. I’ll always want this with you because there is no one else I would rather spend my cranky Sunday mornings with other than you.