I want it all

The thing is, I wanted to be shaken up. I wanted to have something that will fire me up and have me going crazy. I wanted to be pulled from all sides. I wanted to be wrung to bring forth who I am. I wanted to have something unusual.

I did get what I want. You shook me up, all right. Right through my bones. I didn't know anything like ours can be made like this.

You had me fired up. I admit that I did pursue you. It's one of the complexes I have. I have a tendency to be loud about my feelings. I mean, is it real if no one knows about it? Is it any less real if he knows about it? There really is no risk at all. If anything, one might gain something by being vocal. And I really am no risk-taker anywhere else in my life. And I went crazy waiting for you to say, "Yes, I feel the same way."

I have always been the kind of person to give love freely. I didn't ask to be loved back. It didn't bother me before that my love wasn't reciprocated. It didn't matter to me. And then I met you.

And now, I want it all. I want it all with you. I want to eat popcorn and watch movies with you. I want to walk around aimlessly with you, preferably, somewhere in UP. I want to binge on our favorite food with you. Spend late nights outside or on the bed with you. I love sending you emojis of animals and those damn facebook stickers I am now very fond of. I want to visit old places with you, and explore new ones, too. I'll take anything I can have when it comes to you.

I can imagine a future with you, where no future ever was before. I look at you and imagine a quaint little house, full of cute animals that we always talk about. I look at you and I can see the white dress that never came to me before. I want a cat, a frenchie, a pig, a turtle, everything with you. I want a big kitchen, with an oven for you, so you can make your bread experiments for me to taste.

When you came along, these thoughts came with you. When you came along, I felt that anything was possible. Like anything could happen.

(Photo not mine)