Always.

I want you to tell me about every person you've ever been in love with.
Tell me why you loved them and if they loved you back.
Tell me about a day in your life you didn't think you'd live through.
I want to know the first time you felt the weight of hate on your shoulders,
and if that day still trembles beneath your bones.
I want to know the first time you failed at something,
and if you tried again and again until you succeeded.
Tell me about every time you've ever cried.
I want to know what you think of your first name,
and why you love your mom so much.
Tell me what you dad does for a living,
and how many times you've been hurtful to your sister.
I want you to tell me all the ways you've been unkind.
Because I want to know more than just your favorite color.
I want to know how much of your life you spend giving,
and if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes.
I want to know the name of every girl that broke your heart,
and all of your pet peeves.
I want to know what it would be like to hold your hand in public.
I want to know what you think of love,
and if you agree that the word is used too often and not enough,
all at the same time.
I want to be there when you have good days,
so that in the future I can bring up what happened,
And we can be happy about it all over again.
I want to be there when you have bad days,
so I can take you to get ice cream,
because ice cream makes everyone feel better.
And if ice cream doesn't work,
I will sit there and let you cry on my shoulder.
Until all of the hurt is on my sweater
instead of building up inside of you.
I want to be there through everything.
I want to share these things with you and only you.
I want to see the best of you, and the worst of you.
So I can tell you that I choose both, always.
-written by me