if i were faced with a million different variants of you, i would still know which one is real.
i would know that voice, know that laugh, know the look in those eyes from anywhere. 

if i met you before you changed; before i changed;
i'd still want you. i'd still crave you worse than the liquor that i'm addicted to.

i think i might have been waiting on you for two hundred years to show up and show me why i'm supposed to be alive. why life doesn't have to be shitty. 

and i wish i were searching for you all that time. i'd find every reincarnation of you and make you mine until it was time to find the next one. 

i was never supposed to love anything. 

(read from wolverine's pov and tell me who you think he's talking ab)