I hope you look for me in everyone else and panic when you realize that they’ll never be exactly the same.
You are none of them, because you are all of them. You are who I love. The girl on the pedestal, the fantasy, the make believe things that are actually true. You are what I love. The depth, the inside jokes, the best friend. You are when I love. A new history is being started with you. We are the young lovers our older selves will someday reminisce about. You are where I love, because I’d go anywhere, just to be with you. You are why I love, because before you, I didn’t truly understand what I was looking for. Now that we’ve found each other, you have given my past and future meaning. You are the sixth. You are the last.