I'm that girl. I'm that girl who believes in love when you're holding her hand. I'm that girl who doesn't know why she deserves you, and therefore, doesn't really know how to keep you either. I'm that girl whose life doesn't make sense - who doesn't make sense - without you. I'm that girl who, if she doesn't die young, wants to grow old with you. I'm that girl who is transparant to you, and sometimes feels vulnerable because of that. I'm that girl who wants to protect you, to be protected by you. I'm that girl who wants to run away with you. I'm that girl whom you've promised to run away with. I'm that girl who loves you. I'm that girl who found herself when she found you. I'm that girl who has never meant to hurt you - not before, and not now. I'm that girl who turns cold when she gets defensive. I'm that girl who gets defensive because I'm that girl with too much pride. I'm that girl whose heart sings when you smile at her. I'm that girl who wants to publish a book with a dedication to you. I'm that girl who loves eating and drinking with you - if food be the music of love, and if love be the food of the soul, then eating and drinking with you becomes more than necessity - it becomes a means to living the beautiful life. I'm that girl who wants to be your best friend and soulmate, as well as lover and wife. I'm that girl.~~~
I'm that boy. I'm that boy who doesn't care what others think to a fault, who cares so much about what you think. I'm that boy who loves that you write and wishes he could give you the space to. I'm that boy who thinks your skin is perfect. I'm that boy who tries to keep a house straight and is still trying; who thinks the only way either of us could ever keep a house straight is by living together. I'm that boy who falls for you everytime he sees you, everytime you smile. I'm that boy who can't keeps his hands off you, who's hands long to worship your body with caresses. I'm that boy who's memory speaks of a vision of your back, your head turned to speak to someone on your side; your back spread in the majesty of butterfly wings, your spine the arabesques of their flight. I'm that boy who fell in love with you that night. I'm that boy who only wants children with you. I'm that boy you taught how to live life; whose every impetus is inspired by your light. I'm that boy who wants to grow old with you. I'm that boy who dedicates each work of his hands, every painstaking stroke, to you. I'm that boy who can fly only when he has his hand in yours. I'm that boy who wants eat and drink with you everyday of his life, because without you, necessity becomes unnatural. I'm that boy who lives the beautiful life because of your constant closeness. I'm that boy who wants to be your best friend and soulmate, your lover and husband. I'm that boy.
