To see you every day. To wake up next to you because you are so beautiful. To have you smile every time I write a poem for you regardless of how crappy it is. To share a bag of original Chex Mix with you. To know if you even like Chex mix! To hold your hand whenever I feel like it. To not be worried you’ll pull away if I kiss you. To not wonder if every girl you smile at is the one you think about at night. To not turn red when you come with in 5 feet of me. To know that sometimes you think about me. To feel your skin under my fingers. To look into your eyes for as long as I want to, so that I may swim their bottomless depths of clear blue. To sit on your bed cross legged while I watch you work, having you turn around occasionally to see what I’m doing only to be surprised that I can sit silently for hours, as long as I’m with you. To understand why your so broken. To sit beside you and play Nintendo 64 games. To know You.