Just You

I want snowflake kisses.

I want our eyelashes getting caught in each others.

I want to find your lint in my pockets.

I want to treat your library like my own.

I want to brush my hair as much as I brush yours.

I want comfy sweaters and old pants to be our date attire.

I want the soft kitten feeling I get in my stomach when I’m near you.

I want your fingerprints to be over everything I own.

I want to be able to wear my own sweatshirt to bed because it smiles as much like you as your sweatshirt does.

I want dinners cooked in failing light.

I want my head on your shoulder and your hand on my knee.

I do not want roses

Or opera tickets

Or diamond rings.

I just want you.

You completely.

Just you.