Some days, when the sun is just right, I see you smile at a joke of mine. I think how lucky I got to meet you. I think of intertwined fates. I think of you like finding real mistletoe in someone's wreath rather than holly. I want to love you like passion on that old park bench in the fall at sunset. Or like fun in the backseat of my car after a movie date as we sit in front of your driveway. I want to love you like singing musicals loudly on roadtrips with you, or clasping your hands in mine as we talk to other couples about the day we knew we loved one another. I want to sing our song that'll never be on the radio, and cry over your favorite character dying during your twelfth rewatch. I want to watch you laugh so hard you cry, and I want to see you so comfortable you doze off just being near me. Let me be yours, and I'll cherish every beat of your heart.