I know a person who spends every waking moment with me – not yet, not that they know.

I see a beaming light that suffocates everything dark, and it caresses my face, and I smile.

I don’t have a home right now, it’s in my mind and they’re bright.

To them, I’m like glass and a book, but I’m not a mirror or rewritten.

To them, I’m cherished scripture, as they trace my spine and hold me, bound between covers.

To them, my eyes are a perfect prism, finding that unfiltered sunlight could never be as right.

They say that if there were a thousand words in a picture, they see a million in my glance.

They are calmed by my presence, as if I emit a song that reverberates like rolling waves.

They whisper my name in their dreams, and of a gaze that makes all their worries fall away.

If I needed a reason to be better, it would be to see us grow not apart, but together.

If I tried to be anything ever, it was who they saw when they asked me to be theirs forever.

And if there was ever a problem, it was clearly my imperfections and no one else’s.

And if they stopped me anywhere, it was right there as they said the same of themselves.

It was them, the only thing I saw, whenever asked about what I loved most of all.