I’m yours.

I never liked the feeling of another person's hands until I felt yours. Now, I daydream about your fingers tracing the edges of my face. The feeling of your hands running through my hair.

I have always liked being alone, spending my time in the peaceful, quiet of my own company. But these days, I'd rather spend my free time listening to you talk and laugh for hours about stupid things.

I hate texting and calling and snapchatting and most forms of communication. Yet, I find myself doing all of those things when your name appears on my screen.

I like routine, organization, and orderly schedules. You never plan a thing in your life. You wreck my plans constantly. And yet, it thrills me to see you do it.

I have spent years alone, satisfied with my life the way it is. I'm a busy person. I have friends and family and commitments. I barely have time for everything else in my life, but when you ask to see me, I find a way. I clear the schedule for you.

My life has been so centered around my goals that I forgot what it was like to want someone else to be apart of it. I forgot how to feel like this.

And now, I am hopelessly enthralled by you. I cannot for the life of me figure out how it happened. But, I'm yours.