You are so utterly and heartwrenchingly perfect. The perfect mix of blue, green, and grey that make up your eyes. Your crooked smile, made perfect only by it's imperfection. Your smooth, deep voice that rumbles when it laughs, that makes your eyes twinkle innocently.

That's not all that makes you perfect. No, not at all.

The way you walk. The way you talk. The way you form your words, and what those words mean. What you stand for, what you believe. It's all perfect.

It's what makes you perfect.

Your enthusiastic gestures, and the passion behind them. The way you work so hard and achieve so much. Your beautiful, selfless goals.

Your mind and heart are beautiful, flawless, perfect.

You make me feel so incompetent. You are everything, and I am nothing. Especially when standing next to you. I feel like slime. The scum of the Earth. But I'm okay with that because I'm standing with you.

You are my friend. And I don't know how that ever happened. How am I, so broken and different and so full of flaws, a part of your life? I don't even deserve to know you. I don't deserve to touch you, hug you, care about you. You are so beautiful, you must have had to stoop lower than low to reach me.

I don't deserve to call you friend, yet I desire and long to be so much more. I am selfish to even hold on to the small part I have laid claim on. How could I possibly ask for more than that?

I talk to you, and my heart swells and I remember why I love you so much. I remember why I'm so hopelessly in love with you. And I realize that I will never, ever, ever get over you.

I pray to God that someday, circumstances will change. I pray so hard. If I could have one wish granted, and I were feeling particularly selfish, I would wish for you. Because that is my only selfish wish.

I don't want money. I don't want fame. I don't want Earthly possessions because in the long run, none of that will matter. And I would never just generically wish for love. Because I can't imagine loving anyone else.

"What do you wish for me than anything else on this world?"

I would pause, smile, then whisper one single, beautiful, perfect, wonderful word: "You."