The Insiders

I am greedy because I want all of you. Not some of you. Not a third of you. Not the good part of you, or the bad part of you. I want the lover, the friend, the part that will walk with me wherever I go, the part that will ride next to me, the part that will fight with me, for me, beside me.

I know you think I need more time. I don’t.

I know you think I was scarred. I wasn’t.

I know you think I need to heal still. Fuck no.

I’m good to go, so besides all the other gushy stuff in this letter, I want you to come over here.

I want you to take me, make me yours, because I already am.

I’m yours, Kash. If you haven’t figured it out by now, I love you.

So fucking give me you, okay?