You.

I'm suprised that you've never been told before that you're lovely, and you're perfect, and that somebody wants you.

When I was with my ex, he would walk behind me or something and I would want him to put his hands on my waist, just give me a hug, recognise that I'm there.  You do.

You know what I want to say next, but I can't entirely help it; I love you.

18/5

Have you ever imagined what something should, ideally, be like?

Like, oh, I dunno, a relationship?

I feel like my ideal is what I have.

But tell me, please tell me. Whatever you want to say please tell me.  I need to know right now.