I want a love that’s bigger than mine. If I could find that guy. If I had that love I’d let it sit in me and fester until it corroded into a passion. I’d tell him I crushed on him since the 6th grade when it was still cute for a girl to love so big. He’d love me as big as an ocean. And he wouldn’t lie. He would only see me and my big love. I’m his first thought in the morning and his last thought before he dreams of me. And he would know every spectrum of me. He’d remember every breath I took before every word I ever spoke to him and then every word after that. He wouldn’t give up on us because that means he’d give up on love. He would be my best friend. He’d be my big love.