It's such a straightforward thing to come under someone's arms, to throw yourself right into their bed, to find out the language of fingertips on skin. In sex, we can locate ourselves or shed ourselves, long moments of free-floating happiness where absolutely nothing else exists except mouths, as well as hands and the noises clothes, make as they dropped.
Yet the simple act of being with a person isn't really adequate to please me. Intimacy exceeds discussing my body; I intend to share my heart.
I want to awful cry in the risk-free area of his arms and still feel stunning.
I wish to roll out of bed in the morning and also have him draw me back in, morning breath kisses and also screwed up hair, as well as possibly he'll hold me a bit longer or possibly he'll tickle me until I heave myself up and head for the shower. But regardless, the warmth of it will stick with me throughout the day.
I want to visit baseball video games, brilliant lights under summertime skies, overpriced draft beer and also souvenirs, and view the way his eyes crinkle nearby when he smiles at me and grabs my hand every time our group hits a crowning achievement.
I wish to travel to unique places with him, listen to the means he attempts to articulate words that are international in his mouth, try tasty and also horrible foods, view sunsets on seas half a world away.
I want to go no further than our couch, a weekend of only Netflix as well as jammies, treats as well as no dinner, bingeing on bad TELEVISION and really remarkable TELEVISION, paint my nails while he picks up my feet and puts them in his lap.
I intend to see him oversleep the pale light that studies our space during the night, as well as stun myself with the discovery that I miss him when he's not awake.
I want to lay awake in the morning hours, shoulder to shoulder, legs folded around each other like an anchor, as well as speak about every little thing as well as nothing, the moment my moms and dads sent me flowers when I won the 6th quality spelling bee, as well as exactly how he felt when his papa left residence for the last time.
I wish to inadvertently melt dinner as well as have to go out for emergency situation pizza at 9 PM, a little bit intoxicated on the moonlight as well as each other, sitting on the very same side of the display since across the table feels like far way too much range between us.
I wish to write lipstick notes on the mirror, "I like you" etched in steam, find notes in my jacket pocket with private jokes that make me flush, make me keep in mind, make me distressed to hurry home.
I wish to fulfill his household, and also have him meet mine, and love them or hate them or mainly just endure them, or simply make a family of our very own.
I want to laugh with him and sob with him, press him away and then press myself against him till we could hardly breathe, commemorate the good times as well as regret the tough ones, speak it out as well as the storm out in mad silence, go to bed harming and get up flexible.
I'm not searching for simply a fan. I want somebody that's my individual, my lobster, my mister. I intend to fall in love, be in love, and also remain in love with my best friend.
I Don't Want a Lover, I Want a Best Friend
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