You.

Sometimes when I'm laying in bed alone, and especially when I'm lying next to you,  I have a thought. I have a lot of thoughts all the time. I'm usually a little stuck in my head if I'm being honest. That's not the point though. The point is I have this reoccurring thought that leaks into my life whenever I have any sort of lapse in my usual stream of consciousness. 

The thought is simple really. It goes something like this:

There are so many millions of things in the world that people strive to have. A nice car, a big house, even a nice latte. It's normal, the list of wants that people have. I just think my list is shorter, because all I want is you.

But then there's this whole other problem. The problem with what you need vs. what you want. Because when I think about what I need the answer is also only you. (And food, water, air, etc..but that's not romantic) 

Anyway, I would have written this in the notebook but I left it at home and figured this would work.