Freaking Bologna

Why why why why why why whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy

now
(not a poem)
I want him.
I'm his princess. He's my prince.
Little spoon. Big spoon.
We fit. We care. We work.
I choose to love him.
And my heart is tugging violently because I want him.
He is my best friend. He is my favorite person.
Why am I 20? Why do I live here and he lives there?
Why do I know I want to marry him now?
What good does this do me other than prove I am crazy?
20 years old and dreaming of the guy far away.
Man that's a long shot and it may not happen.
But I'm chasing it because I have never appreciated and cared for a person like this before.
Genuine gratitude. Like giving someone clean water to drink when they've only had a muddy river before.
That's what this is like. I didn't know there was better water. I don't ever want to be dehydrated again.