To let my fingers wander through your chest hairs.
To caress your face and look you in the eyes with the subtle hint of a smile.
To never stop cuddling you.
To adventure beyond our apartments and see the city in a whole new way.
To be considerably drunk on a Monday (with you).
I wish that some day I could tell you how much I love you, instead of just holding it in and hoping you'll say it first.
I love you so much it hurts.