You are the sixth. -The sixth…So which one am I then?- You are none of them. Because you are all of them. You are who I love: the girl on the pedestal, the fantasy, the make-believe, the things that aren’t actually true. You are what I love: the depth, the inside jokes, the best friend. You are when I love: a new history’s being started with you. We are the young lovers our older selves will someday reminisce about. You are where I love: because I’d go anywhere, just to be with you. You are why I love: because before you, I didn’t truly understand what I was looking for. Now that we found each other, you’ve given my past and future meaning. You are the sixth. You are the last.