I want to be curled up next to you watching that movie, hearing your laughter and kissing your cheek whenever the urge strikes. I won't see you until tomorrow and maybe not even then, and were I to be honest and selfish, I would tell you how much that sucks and ask you to come now, somehow, anyhow.
Were I to tell you my fantasies, I would tell you how I wake up each morning and for that split sepia-toned second between dreams and wakefulness, I am next to you, my leg anchoring you to my side, your arm slung carelessly over my waist and in that moment, I belong to you more completely than I have belonged to anyone in all my years.
Were I to tell you the truth about me, would you run or would you love me the same?
Were I to tell you the depth and width of my love - how could I? There would be no words.
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