I want to know you. I want to understand your logic, your reality. I want to see the world as you do, appreciate the way you see things. I want to know the workings of your complex mind. I want be able to merge into your world. I want to experience everything you ever felt.
I want to be your rainbow when you look at the sky above; I want to be the star that cheers you up when the darkness encompasses you. I want to be your sunshine on days you feel on the top of the world. I want to be your safe place. I want to be your first aid box when you get hurt, I want to be the one to make you smile. I want to listen to you as go on and on about life, I want to be the shoulder for you lean on. I want to be your silence.
I want to be the last line in your poetry; I want to be the “you” in your prose. I want to be the framework of your masterpiece, the last stroke in your painting. I want to be the book that you wish never ends, I want to be the story that will never be told….
I want to be a memory that is etched in your soul, so that you won’t be alone.