I want you to be sillier than ever. I want you to show me all the wild creatures living inside you, the ones you didn’t even know existed.
I want to go explore the vast complexities of your mind. To touch the unexplored corners of your soul. To meet the rawest version of you.
I want to spend my boring days with you. The days when we do nothing but watch tedious shows on our TV screen while cuddled in a messy cocoon.
I want to learn how you love your tea, and observe how you wash your teeth.
Every morning I want to inspect a different part of your face until I’ve memorized all your features by heart. I want to lock every inch of your skin in my mind and keep it there beyond forever.
I want to go for ice cream with you on a December night then spend the rest of the week taking turns in making soups and getting flu pills.
I’ll sleep at the edge of the sheets on the colder nights to keep you warmer without your notice.
I’ll celebrate your victories as if they’re my own and plan escapes when things don’t go according to plan. I’ll be the brakes to your downs and the gasoline to your ups.
I want to listen to your ramblings and try decoding your feelings when even you can’t figure things out.
I want your hand to be there when things get tough, when things go great, and when we’re simply aimlessly cruising. Your hand, and not anyone’s else.
To replay your favorite songs and get a sense of what the lyrics make you feel. I want to settle in your mind and decipher your logic. I want to soothe the fear mites floating in your head.
I want to shower you with attention until I swallow every glimpse of insecurity buried in the depth of your subconscious.
I want to create with you something that will last longer than time can even count. I want us to defy the laws of physics.
I want you to know my biggest fears, and keep them safe from foreigners. I want to trust you with my weakest points and know that you’ll only want to make them stronger, you’ll only want to help me become the greatest version of myself.
I want us to make a gang everyone envies but no one is allowed to join. A team where it’s us against the universe.
I want to make fun of strangers and imitate the people we know.
I want us to bicker about whose turn it is to do the dishes and what video game will we play this time.
I want to tickle you when you get mad only to hear the sound of your laugh breaking the tension.
I want to spend the rest of my life wondering how on earth did our souls get to recognize each other.