I want your last name.
Your Sunday mornings and daily commutes.
I want your phone calls and your quirks.
Your sick days and your hair in my shower drain.
I want your laugh.
Your arms around my waist when I walk by you can't let me by.
Your eye contact. Your smile.
I want to find your lost keys.
Do your laundry. Make your coffee the way you like it.
I want the other side of the bed to be yours, your fingers intertwined.
I want your silences.
Your Internet history and your electricity bills.
I want your twisted past, and your convoluted future.

- Mr. ಸಂचाറി