Yous

Good god, you're as cute as can be.

Hair tied back, t-shirt and shorts.

Didn't dress up, but that's perfectly fine.

Kinda makes me feel like I'm getting a little glimpse of a privileged view of you.

The you you put away everyday before going to work.

The you he gets to wake up to, every morning.

Gosh how I long to see that you, myself, every day.

The inside you. The behind the scenes you, the not made up you.

Don't get me wrong, I like those other yous, too. Don't stop being those other yous, they are beautiful… as if they could help being anything else.

But that you, the you when you wake up. I want to meet that you. I want to talk to that you every day, over a cup of coffee. I want to look into that yous' eyes and tell her that I love her.

Because I do. I love her. I love you. All of you, every you.

And I can't help but feel my life is missing a piece, an emptiness inside that only your yous fit.

But… I can't take you from him, however much I long to.

So I guess I'll just accept these glimpses you give me, from time to time. Hold them precious, hold them dear. And look forward to the next time you decide to stop by.