Undivided attention.

I love sunflowers, yes.

I love fancy restaurants if there's really good food, yes.

I love our endearment and your voice saying them, yes.

I love seeing you around, in fact, all the time.

I love the gaze of those shy eyes and your mute, poker expressions.

I love it when you call me and just stare intensely.

I love it when you're telling me you're jealous and mad.

I love it when you wanted nothing but my undivided attention...

I used to call you sunshine but you weren't shining in my morning run.

I used to see restaurants with good food but there's no "us" inside...

I used to hear you say our endearments but darn! I never actually heard you call me that.

I used to watch your gorgeous face fixed to me but now it's fixed afar.

I used to get consumed by your silence when you call but it's dead silence after all.

I waited to hear you say "I'm jealous" but darling I guess you never cared.

I used to give you all the time you needed but you weren't really there at the moment.

I used to give you all the love I know just so I can have your undivided attention.

It's all I really want, not a part of you but the entire you, your entire attention.

The best part...