Some Days

Some days, the only thing I even ever want to do anymore is sit down next to you on the sofa, put my arm around you, and let you tell me about your day.

Some days, all I want to do is wake up early, and lie there quietly watching you sleep. I could watch you sleep for hours, before slipping out of bed to make your coffee.

Some days, the only thing on my mind is what your lips must taste like. Can they possibly be as delicious as they look?

Some cold days, I just want to cuddle up behind you and pull you close, feeling that thing of yours pressed up against me as we enjoy each other's warmth under the blankets.

Some days, I want to waste a whole afternoon just looking into your eyes, studying the exact shape of your eyelids, the patterns in your irises, staring into each other's souls from inches away.

Some hot days, I want to lie on floaties in your pool, just seeing where our conversation takes us while we bake in the sun.

Some days I want to introduce you to my mom. I think she'd like you a whole awful lot.

Some days, I like to imagine you lying on top of me, hands on my chest, chin on hands, joking, laughing, just enjoying each others' company.

Some days, I want to play Quiplash with you and the fam. You would absolutely kick my ass.

Some days, I want to throw caution to the wind and bundle up these letters and just leave them on your front porch for you. In one fell swoop, kill any and all doubts you might have about how I feel about you.

Some days…

I just want to love you.

Openly.

So all the world can see. So we can show them all.

This is what love looks like.