You know why it’s obnoxious? You know why I try to choke it down? Because. Because there is something about you from the day that I met you, I mean like really met you, that has me wanting to consume you. Entirely. I want to dive into you until I’m so deep into your soul I drown in it. Until I figure out where that soul has been that makes it shine the way it does. From the center. I want to pull you apart from your core until all that’s left is what’s drawn me to you from the beginning. Those shiny pieces inside that fight to stay hidden and safe. I want to shatter you open so I can collect them, those pieces, and make them whole, or rather show you that they’re still there and they’re ok to put together yourself. And then I want to trace the jagged lines of the puzzle you’ve pieced together, yourself, your storylines down, up, down, UP your arms. I want to know why it is I can feel you in my chest before I ever put eyes on you, in a room crowded with a hundred people…… in a room …. in cities….. states…..miles and miles apart. HOW. CAN. I. FEEL. YOU. I want to own you. The way that you own me.