I want the old him.
The one that would stare at me almost in awe--like maybe I was magic.
The one that would effortlessly make me laugh, and genuinely make me smile.
The playful guy who would slap my butt and pleasantly surprise me.
The person who would hold me tight through the night, as if he’d lose me if he let go.
This man constantly wanted to be near me and inside me.
We would speak about real things, as well as kid things.
He loved everything I was, and everything I wasn’t.
He was patient and kind, when others didn\'t understand it.
By looking me in the eyes he\'d somehow grasp me completely.
That is the man I wish for, that is the man I pray for.
To return to me a little older, a little wiser.
With a new kind of conviction for our future.
He’d be excited for what’s to come and speak of building and growing, together, forever.
He’d finally be mine.
And suddenly, all the pain of waiting would simply vanish.
I’d have the best him.