the last cookie in the jar

I love you just the way you are and that's the biggest problem here. Just the way you are, and you're not with me. I love you free and flying around doing the things you love to do. I love you and I don't want to change a single cell on your body, a single trace of your personality. And I love your body, I love your personality. I want to drink you up like cold beer in the summer, I want to eat you up like you're the last cookie in the jar. At the same time, though, I just want to watch you be. I'm even afraid to touch you, while dying for your touch. I want you whole but I don't want you changed. And you're not with me... 

It's a paradox, it's consuming me.

But I love you, still. Exactly the way you are.