Document Infinity.

I want to know you. All of you. I want to know you better than I know myself. I want us to become one.

I want your sandman boogers in the morning.

I want your smelly hair at the end of the day.

I want your endlessly blue eyes.

I want your skin.

I want your pain.

I want your tears.

I want your past.

I want your love.

I want to exist aimlessly with you.

Simply, I want us.