The actor on the screen of our favorite show has nothing on the way the TV glow graces your skin. And the vibrant sunrise pales to the green and gold peeking out between your tired eyelids. There is no comparative to spilling words into your chest in the quiet darkness when neither of us can sleep. And the warm fizz that fills me when you pull me just a little bit tighter and press your full lips to the base of my skull. I wouldn't trade that little smile that tugs at the right corner of your mouth when I kiss the left for all of the big things in the world.