today i finally admitted it.

to myself and to my soul i accepted the selfishness of how bad i want everything with you.

i’ve known it for awhile now but never let myself really think about it.

to play out exactly what i want in my head.

to get lost in the absolute beauty of everything we can have and everything we can be.

i’m finally letting myself write down exactly what i’m yearning for.

i admitted to myself today that i want you and every single piece of what comes with you.

i want your mess.

i want your pain.

i want your joy.

i want your success.

i want your fears.

i want every single struggle and jagged edge of your being for the rest of the time we have on this planet. i want to be yours and you to be mine until we once again become the stardust that made us.

i want to create life with you and then make a home in a world that’s entirely our own. to love each other freely and openly and to proclaim to the world _this is mine. _

i so desperately and selfishly want _to be _your everything.

to be your calm in times of turmoil.

to be the chaos you thrive on.

to be the one who pushes you to be the best version of yourself.

to be your shoulder to lean on and the flesh that you revel in and the home you find solace in.

my god i want it so fucking bad i cannot breathe.

_i want you._

_i want us. _