Maybe i didn’t fall in love with him as a whole person.
But all the individual things that made him, him.
Like his grown out stubble he refuses to call a beard
His skin like coffee with too much added milk
and the vast oceans that live inside his eyes
I want you. I want your entirety. I don’t just want burning passion on a Friday night when red wine and whisky flow through our veins. I want to leave little notes on the kitchen table for you. I want to drink coffee with you in December and orange juice in June. I want you when your angry, sad, ecstatic with happiness. I just want all of you all the time and i guess thats how i know i love you