Arms out stretched,Eyes closed,
Lips smiling.
I wanted to scoot up close to you.
I wanted to hold and be held.
I longed for the smell of your breath,
The heat of your flesh,
And the strength of your hands.
But you weren't there.
All I could grab was the cold air coming from my window.
All I could see was darkness when I opened my eyes.
I know that with you love is what I've found.
I am happier now then ever knowing that one day,
I will wake up next to you.
And even if that day is not today,
It is soon.
Hun, I want to move in with you.
I want to share a room with you,
Come home to you,
And have you come home to me.
I want to listen to you snore every night.
I want to giggle because of how cute you are,
When you sleep with your mouth open.
I want to listen to you sing in the shower every day.
I want to be there for you.
I'm in love.
I'm in love.
And for the first time in my life,
I feel loved.
Not that high school love that consists of making out and phone calls.
Not the elementary kind where you run from the koodies.
This kinda love involves holding hands,
Talking about hard things you don't want to,
Mentioning kids and having Freudian slips when you call them "ours",
Cuddling, and kissing,
Playlists of favorite songs,
Name calling and wrestling,
Night times filled with laughing,
Conversations and teasing,
And always wanting to be with each other.
I love him,
And I never have to ask "do you love me?"
Because I know he does.
And that is beautiful.
Perfections, and imperfections.
Inside and out.
Love.
