Every little thing that has happened since I met you has made me think of you. When I get into my car, I am hoping and wishing for you to get in right beside me. As I lay in my bed, I think about rolling over so I can lay on you, but I then realize that I cannot do that. I long to be beside you. Now that I know what it feels like to hold you in my arms, I cannot keep myself from missing you.
I think about the freckles that are scattered across your face, and your hair that feels just right beneath my fingertips. I wish to feel your lips against mine. I long for your body to be pressed up against mine. I want you close to me. I need you close to me.
I love you. I cannot wait until the day where I can wake up and have you laying there right beside me, every day. I cannot wait to dance around our apartment, decorating it so oddly beautiful. I can’t wait, I can’t wait, I can’t wait.