I long for the day we finally meet, for the moment our eyes connect, and for the first time our skin touches.
I long to know you, to love you, and to be loved by you.
I long to fall asleep in your arms, to lay my head on your chest and hear the beat of your heart. To know that heart is devoted to me and only me.
I long to hear “I love you.”
I long to be in the presence of the man that I love and to interrupt whatever you are doing or saying to make sure to tell you how much I love you.
I long to be wanted.
I long to be consumed by you, to feel such an intense connection that I think of no one but you for days at a time.
I long to be a part of a partnership.
I long to be someone’s someone. Your someone.
I long to have you wrap your arms around me spontaneously.
I long to be introduced as “yours.”
I long to experience the initial few weeks of getting to know you on a deep level. To spend hours at a time asking any and all questions and to fall more and more in love with each other.
I long to have a shiver down my spine and smile on my face.
I long to see you at the end of the aisle as I walk towards you and our future as man and wife.
I long to be afraid of how much I love you.
I long to dream up our future together.
I long to see you as a father and fall more in love with you when I do.
I long to know with certainty I’m no longer alone.
I long to watch you age, to watch your hair turn grey and your heart grow with wisdom and experience.
I long to be yours from the moment we meet until forever.
I long for you.