♥ + ∞ = †

Sometimes I want him, all of him, to myself. Sometimes I think about how he is the only guy that would work for me. Only him.

Sometimes I want someone to think the same way I do. He would want all of me to himself. He would think that I am the only girl who would work for him. Only me.

But it’s kind of silly to think about all that.

To some of you, it might make sense. To some of you, it might not make sense.

I am very bad at putting my thoughts in word.