This night

You are my heart. You are my joy. I wish you would come back into my chest, my body, my soul. You were my biggest fan and I pissed on it. Not that I thought I could find better, but perhaps because I did not think I deserved it that good. Did you know I was your biggest fan too?
I don’t want to feel half passion, half love, half desire anymore. I want to feel what I had with you. The only person I still feel it with is you. Broken pieces and all, you and I are much better people than the average person I have met in these days since “you and I.”
You burn inside me now with a flame as large as there ever was. It brightens my days, but makes my nights sometimes more lonely. I want you beside me every night, for the rest of my life. I want you there at the end of the day. I want your sweet voice singing me to sleep when the confusion overtakes me. I will muster what voice I have to calm you too. I will sing lullabies nightly if needed. I swear, G, I want this more than anything possible in this life.