I want to be the smile you didn't know you had. I want to be the beauty you didn't know existed. I want to be the peace you didn't know you could feel. I want to be the love you didn't believe in. I want to be the future you lost hope for.
Isn't it kind of amazing how a person who was once a stranger, can suddenly, without warning, mean the entire world to you? And isn't it scary that once they mean the entire world to you that they can become a stranger again?
I want to sleep with you. I don't mean have sex. I mean sleep. Under my blankets. In my bed. With the window cracked, so it's chilly and we have to cuddle closer. No talking, just sleepy, blissfully happy, silence.