You know how you and I laughed until sunrise, through all the disaster? That's how I want to spend the rest of my life.
That moment with ants crawling on you, with the coffee in my hands and the vast expanse everywhere we looked. That's how I want to talk every evening.
Or that story you told her about us while I looked on baffled. I want that to be our real story.
The secret superman moment or the crazy star gaze. I want those to be forever moments.
The way you pulled me, firmly, far, but close, or the way you held me. That's how I want to feel everyday.
Your intense intensity, your gentle gentleness, your sincere sincerity. You, in all your you-ness, just the way I like it.