The Thing

The thing is (ha I'm not defining the "thing" yet, but yeah...ha..) I am maybe possibly wanting to define what I am to you in our relationship, and what you are to me. We use the word relationship as it should be normally used so I can't say, "oh I want a relationship with you," because technically I have a relationship with all the people around me. You don't use the word that way so yeah. I want a thing with you. The me you deal with no other people cutting in. The PB&J, the macaroni&cheese, the thunder to the lightning, the Link&Zelda, salt&pepper, bees to honey...must I go on? I want the holding hands, sweet talks, and slow dances without wondering what the goal is. I like you for you and you like me for me. We communicate thoughts, feelings, and issues clearly, but I can't seem to communicate that I want this thing. If I put a name to it, will I risk sounding selfish? So all I can say is I want a thing with you. But what I want to say is..I want you. Yes, you. All of that dreaminess that is yourself and all the bad that comes with it. But do you know what else I want? I want to be yours. Not yours as in possessive with all the negative, but yours as in I share that side of me with you and only you. Not because you won it or deserve it or are entitled to it. But because I choose to. I would choose to share cute me with cute you if you would want the same, and then we could be super cute together. Then our cuteness would be seen as a shared thing and I guess that's the thing I want with you. Why I complicate things I'll never know.