I'm ready

I can’t sleep.
It’s not that I’m not tired, but it’s that when I wake up you won’t be next to me.

I don’t want to live another day without you. I want to wake up in the morning, and as gentle and lightly as I can, trace the outline of you. Use my fingers to trace your fingers, your hands, your face, your chest. I want the butterflies to bounce off the walls within my heart when your eyes flutter open. I want your face to soften into an easy smile when you see I’m still next to you, and that I’m not a dream. 

I want to go grocery shopping with you. Laugh as we stroll down an aisle with our cart at nothing in particular. And as we cook the food we bought, I want to be able to play with you and the food. I want to make memories and make us food.

The thought of sitting on a couch with you, while you lay your head in my lap and I read a book is possibly one of the most beautiful thoughts I’ve ever had. I can practically feel myself absentmindedly running my fingers through your locks of hair, in a way that can put you to sleep.

I want to fall into bed with you every night, laughing over something funny that had happened to us earlier that day. I want to end the day the way it started. I want to hold your face, as our bodies tangle together, and I never want to let you go. I want your eyes to look into mine, because I know that any time our gaze meets, I’ll fall in love with you over and over again, and what better way to end the day and start my dreams than falling in love with you.