I want you.

I love your smile, your fast cheeky smile that turns up at the corners and shows a little bit of bright white teeth. I wish you would smile more. Has anyone told you how pretty you are when you smile?

I want you.

I love your brown-black eyes, they are bright and sharp and so happy. They sparkle, at the risk of sounding cliche. When you smile, your eyes crinkle up and they sparkle brightly, so brightly. When you are sad, they grow dull and lifeless, but through it all... Your eyes are so beautiful.

I want you.

I love your brown, tanned skin. Your sister's skin is so pale and white, I'm actually rather surprised that your skin is so dark. Your skin is so smooth and warm to the touch, and you smell so clean and good when I get close to you. Your skin is so beautiful, so much more beautiful than your sister's. Don't listen to what others say.

I want you.

I love your quietness, your gentleness. Those little flashes of cheekiness when you are with people you know. Sharp little comments made by you, shocking and making all of us laugh at the same time. Little glimpses of joy and sunshine. Most of us know that we would protect you with our lives when the shit hits the fan. Because you are just so warm.

I want you.

I want you so badly.

But it wouldn't be fair to you, no. Not fair. Not fair at all.

Oh, dear.

If only you knew.