Simulations

I don't know if you wanna know—I mean really know…

How many times, how many ways…

The countless simulations I've run in my head… scenario after scenario after scenario…

Touching… tasting… or even just holding…

Laying awake watching a movie together when we should be sleeping…

Brushing your hair out of the way so I can see you as you look down on me and we rock gently…

Just… kissing you… just sweet little pecks, just the quickest little “I love you”'s without words…

Holding doors open for you. Giving you my coat when you're cold. Bellying up to a bar with you.

And laughing, laughing, laughing at something stupid one or the other of us said…

Baby, we've lived entire lifetimes together in my head. Had houses, had farms, had a cat and a dog, maybe an aquarium, maybe a terrarium…

We've gone to space together… made out in zero-G together…

Baby, I've taken you everywhere in my head…

And, babe. I've taken you everywhere, too.

It doesn't end, it never, ever, ever ends…

But, you know what? I couldn't be happier. Except for one way:

If we made it true.

So let's make it true, love. Let's make it real.

Ready when you are.

Just take my hand, give it a squeeze…

And we'll see where life takes us.

Together.

Yours.