Trust me, I mean it, when I say you mean the world to me. Because why should something as little as a bird’s flap or someone turning a newspaper page at the bus station remind me of you and only you? There is no everywhere without you. And that’s okay, because you are all I want to see anyway. You are the fix I needed and instead of just “spicing things up”, for the very first time you made sense out of the ruins I can call my life. One walk through the park with your hand in mine is worth more than a hundred bedtime stories. One second in your arms equals a lifetime of bliss. And if you think what I’m saying is too much, wait for all the poems I have written for you.