I'm a navigator.

Therefore, I never get lost.

Never.

I have maps, I have charts, I have compasses. I draw my own maps where none exist. I can't get lost.

But you, Luffy – you're the magnet by my compass. You're that unknown symbol on the charts. You're that spilled wine on my map that makes it unreadable.

You make me lost, Luffy.

Dark, dark eyes and inky jet hair like a cloudless night where I can see nothing. But this night is one I never want to end. If this is what all I can see before I fall asleep, and if this is all I see when the sunlight wakes me, I never want dawn to come.

But dawn does come, and it's that damn smile of yours, Luffy. White and shining and so wide I wonder why your face doesn't split in half. You make me smile just looking at you, Luffy. Your idiotic ways that are so endearing. Your crazy meat obsession that I pretend to hate but secretly love. Your unparalleled kindness, your loyalty.

You are my world, Luffy, my dawn and my dusk, my day and my night. You hold me when I cry and you squeeze my hand before we disembark and you kiss me when it's just the two of us.

And maybe, for once, I don't care about knowing where I am. I'm not going to try to map the caverns in your eyes, the fathoms in your hair. I won't chart the waters of your heart. I know your heart beats in my chest as much as mine beats in yours, each beating for the other, so why do I need to define it?

I guess…what I'm trying to tell you, Luffy…is that…I don't need to know where I am any more. Because you're there. And you'll never leave. And so long as I'm alive, my compass will always point to your open arms.

Always.