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.