I could spend hours
just running my fingers
through your soft hair.

I want to sit, cuddled next to you,
watching movies for hours;
laying my head on your shoulder,

I could fall asleep next to you,
one of a kind,
because I'm uncomfortable laying  near anyone else.

I want to lay in the grass,
listening to our Zunes,
at the end of a warm summer day.

I want to watch scary movies with you,
so I have an excuse
to hide in the crook of your neck.

I want to kiss you again
(why has it only happened once?)
but you know I have crippling anxiety.
(So please, go ahead and take the initiative)

I want.