It's 11 at night on a Sunday and you fell asleep almost 2 hours ago but you're still all I can think about
I want to text you but I don't want to wake you
Because I know you didn't get sleep last night
I want to tell you how much I love you and already miss you, how happy you make me, or how much you make me laugh
Which I love
I want to tell you how much I love your touch
From you holding my hand, grabbing my body, to slapping my face
Because I know what's behind it
I live my life with everything having a meaning behind it
And nothing going unnoticed
I notice how your mood changes when I scratch your beard or wrap my arms around you
I notice how you close your eyes before I do when we kiss because at that very moment
Only our lips matter
I can tell when you're too tired to have a conversation but attempt anyways because you don't want me to feel bad
I can feel your hot breath escape your lungs
When I touch just the right spot
I see that your stubborn but not stubborn enough to continue an "I love you more" fight because you're just glad to be loved
And I continue because I want you to feel
Loved
Because you are,
And always will be