Is for all this to be just a bad dream.

Is to tell you everything, and have you understand.

Is to stop having to carry my phone around everywhere I go.

Is to stop running to check my phone every time I get out of the shower.

Is to know why I didn't see this coming.

Is to know why you left.

Is to know why I cared for you two seconds after I met you.

Is to stop hurting.

Is to be forgiven.

Is to stop jerking my head up every time someone enters a room.

Is to start over, and walk away.

Is to start over, and stay forever.

Is for people to stop feeling sorry for me.

Is to stop feeling sorry for myself.

Is to know the truth.

Is to kiss you again.

Is to watch you sleep.

Is to stop being afraid of what you can do to me.

Is your undivided attention, the way you've got mine.

Is to turn back time.

Is to make you smile.

Is to look into your eyes, and stroke your hair.

Is to sit on a porch swing and watch our grandkids play.

Is to know why I waited 39 years to meet the love of my life, and it turned out to be you.

Is to come up with a scenario that allows me to spend the rest of my life with you, without one or both of us being miserable.