I want her, her being the one that these feelings are for. I want all of her, the pointless bickering, the long walks, the late night phone calls just to say we miss each other, the good morning/good night texts. I want to take random dorky pictures with, to hold her hand, to hug her and absorb all her anger, misery, sadness, hate, and replace it will love, kindness, happiness. The joking, the playful wrestling, the fights. I want to be one of those dumb best friend couples, someone who's a role model/father figure to her child, whom of which is already just as Lovely as she is. I want to make dinner for her every night so she'll never have to live without a heart-felt cooked meal. I want to come over from work, knowing she would be there, kisses waiting and wanting on her lips. Actually whispering to her "Good Morning, Lovely" as shes waking up, or already having her coffee ready. I want her heart, knowing it balances mine out, and fills it with hope.....