Tell me it’s midnight and you can’t possibly live any longer without hearing my voice.
Tell me you see me everywhere you look, the gas station, the car, the clothes you wear.
Tell me you don’t dream of the future without seeing me in, your plans intertwined with my presence.
Tell me you literally can’t even imagine touching another girl because she’ll never feel like me.
Tell me that you can’t survive without me being your wife.
Tell me that you care about what I want to talk about, that you care what the inside of my head looks like.
Tell me that you understand commitment, as long as it’s with me.
Tell me I’ll always make your body feel something, every time you see me.
Tell me that I’m the one you want to make happy, to care for, so that I can blossom for you.
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