Stories That I Write At 3 AM When I Miss You

he is one in seven billion,
and i know that it feels like impossible odds- because right now,
he is everything.
seven billion combined.
when will you ever find one like him?
but let me ask you this:
why would you want another like him?
one who only loves you with his eyes,
one who doesn't see you for the whole,
and lovely,
person you are.
one who doesn't love you back like you love him.
you are brave,
and caring,
and passionate.
others would run miles upon miles
to meet someone like you.
he is one in seven billion
you have six billion,
nine hundred ninety-nine million,
nine hundred ninety-nine thousand,
nine hundred ninety-nine
other possibilities