To my amazing girl. There's something about you that I don't want the world touching. Not your smile. Not your softness. Not the way your eyes light up when you look at me. That's mine. You don't even understand what you do to me. You walk into a room and everything in me shifts. My chest tightens. My mind quiets. My focus locks. You're not just beautiful - you're mine. Not in a controlling way. In a chosen way. In a claimed-by-the-heart way. I don't share you in my spirit. I don't dilute what we have. What we built is rare. Sacred. Protected. The one I think about when I plan my future. The one I crave when I wake up and when I close my eyes. And I'm possessive over you in the purest way Because I know your worth. Because I feel your depth. Because I recognize what we have isn't common. You belong with me. And I belong with you. Locked. Chosen. Aligned. I don't want pieces of you. I want all of you. And I'm not letting go.