You are my favorite person.
My favorite loved one.
My favorite 2 a.m. thought.
My favorite person to run into when coffee shoppes are open.
My favorite person to depend on.
My favorite person to give sentiment to in return.
My favorite person to walk by and say hello to and have minimal conversations with in the college hallways and in class and in the atriums.
My favorite person to look at,
and my favorite person to love….
but during these small hours,
I don’t think you’d know that yet.
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