I wish you were a book.
You would be my favorite book, one that is worn and soft because I take you everywhere with me. I want to know you by the scent of your yellowing pages. I want to memorize my favorite parts and highlight the bits of you that I like best. I want to write in your margins, melding my thoughts and yours. And I want to sign my name on the inside of your cover, not because you belong to me but rather because I want to be a part of you.