These Are All The Moments When I Want To Kiss You

I want to kiss you when your forehead is scrunched in concentration and the glare from your three computer screens illuminates your blue eyes.

I want to kiss you when we’re squished in the elevator surrounded by coworkers, and even though we’re not touching, just being around you has my legs weak.

I want to kiss you when you roll your chair over to mine and your leg accidentally brushes against mine. I want to kiss you even harder when you’re coming to show me pictures of baby animals when you know my day could be better.

I want to kiss you when you lean over my desk and use my keyboard to help me with one of my projects and I can smell your cologne lingering over my shoulder.

I want to kiss you when you turn around to see what my reaction is to the puppies in the pet store window.

I want to kiss you when you crack an inside joke in front of our coworkers and you know that I have to shield myself with my hair to hide my blush and stupidly big smile.

I want to kiss you when we’re at the gym and you stroll over to me sheepishly and completely exhausted.

I want to kiss you when I know other men are staring at me on the street and I want to let you know that I am all yours.

I want to kiss you in the middle of Park Avenue when you wait with me, since everyone else in our group runs across for the timer but you know I don’t want to run in my heels.

I want to kiss you when we’re sitting on my balcony and you’re telling me about the New York City skyline.

I want to kiss you when we’re cuddled up on the couch, staring out at the thunderstorm and sitting in awe as we watch the lightning light up the sky.

I want to kiss you when we’re smoking and you go into a massive tangent about sciencey things and even though I have no interest in the topic, I can’t stop smiling at your passion and interests.

I want to kiss you when we’re in the ultimate silly mood and you’re trying to get me to do a proper high five.

I want to kiss you when you realize I have a ticklish spot on my ribs and you get scarily excited about the new discovery.

I want to kiss you when you devour anything I bake or cook and when you’re appreciative of what I do.

I want to kiss you when you’re surrounded people and are making them laugh because there is something that is just magnetic about you that draws them to you.

I want to kiss you when you ease my anxieties and calm all of my fears.

I want to kiss you when you just accept my craziness and irrationality for what it is and just go along with it instead of getting mad.

I want to kiss you when you’re flirting with other girls and I want them to know those lips are mine.

I want to kiss you when you finally decide I’m worth giving all the other girls up for and I want to kiss you when you realize that I’m the one.

But for now, I’ll just sit back and continue smiling at you like a fool, when really inside I’m just dying… to kiss you.