All I want is to play footsie under the breakfast table. I want droopy eyelids and sleepy laughter over the coffee cups and cereal bowls. I want messy hair and morning breath kisses and soft voices. I want toothbrushes touching and shared soap bars and brushing fingers as the towel is passed between our hands. i want shirts and bras and boxers and socks mixed in a hamper threatening to overflow by laundry day. i want soft sunlight dancing on dishwater and soap bubbles in the sink, the clink of glasses being placed on the high shelf, a pair of hips pushed against my back trying to reach the cabinet over my head. I want a hand in mine in the supermarket, holding conferences over produce. I want tickle fights in dining room, cuddle sessions in the living room, and nonsense conversations in the bedroom. i want pillows migrating to the wrong side of the bed and crumpled sheets and blanket wars in the night. i want chainsaw snoring and tangled limbs and warmth radiating between us resting heart to heart. I want love. Pure, simple, true. I want it with you.
"Give me the word, and I’ll give you a lifetime" by Hannah Estelle (via hidontbecreepy