Why did you have to come along?

I can't remember when I was so captured by someone. Sure I do. But you're part of a select few. I can count your kind on one hand with a couple fingers left over. one: not ready. two: taken. three: you. Why don't you look at me like I look at you? Because that would be what I wanted. I'm not here to cry for me, but to think of you in text. I want you, I've wanted you, and I still do. I still want all three of you. But all three of you have affected me for the better. But now I want you.
I'm scared to make that leap. I'll try to sleep well.
xoxo,
ryan