You're The One I Want Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

The moon was high,
like the laughter of your friends the night we met.
I went home alone
and typed your name into the void,
hunting for fragments—
a name, a face, something unfinished.

Later, I found your books,
lined beside your bed like silent confessions.
By then, the wine had gone cold,
like the way I looked at you that day on the street.
A game of distance—cat and mouse—
until night blurred into morning,
and I woke to the sound of your breath.

Kiss me—once for the ache in my shoulders,
twice for the years I wandered without you,
three times,
because something in me knew I'd been waiting
for you all along.

I've always loved beautiful things,
but I'd marry you with paper rings.
No gold, no fanfare—
just you,
the only constant in a world that spins too fast.

I never liked accidents—
except for how we stumbled into this.
From friendship
to something that now holds its shape
in picture frames,
in dirty dreams,
in the way your name feels like home.

Winter,
and the pool outside was icy,
but you jumped first—
so I followed.
That's always been us.
Even when the water's cold,
even when love feels like risk,
I go in too.

And yes,
we painted your brother's wall a wild color—
something loud, unplanned,
just like us.
Without the exes,
the mistakes,
the long silences between calls,
we wouldn't stand here
this certain, this tall.

So kiss me again—
not to promise
but to remember.

I want the road trips,
the wrong turns,
your worst moods,
your quiet Mondays.
I want the mess,
and your arms around me when the world forgets us.

Yes—
I like shiny things.
But give me your hands,
give me paper rings,
and every ordinary day
that feels like more
because you're in it.

You're the one I want.
Not in the dream,
but in the morning after.
Not in perfection,
but in every choice
we made
to stay.
darling, you're the one I want.