i’m bad at understanding romantical things unless people are explicit. like seriously. don’t drop me a hint. i’ll pick it up, dust it off, and hand it back without realizing it was for me.
“Sometimes just staying
is the wildest of all things
you could ever do.”
I want early mornings with sleepy eyes that wonder and rediscover new parts of each others faces, like looking at a new map of a place we haven’t been in awhile. I want late breakfasts with bed head, morning breath and food fights and licking the amo off of each others bodies after. I want to look into your eyes and forget how to breath and forget why I ever loved anybody else. I want late dinners where we drink wine and forget about the rest of the world with small pecks in between sautéing vegetables. I want to be lost in a sea of white sheets and wrapped in your arms after we say “I love you” and drift off into a peaceful sleep with smiles on our faces…I want HAPPINESS.
