I love the space between your fingers and how my hand in yours feels like home,
I love how peaceful you look when you're falling asleep,
and how you close your eyes when I caress your cheek,
and that you don't get mad when I mess up your hair,
I love lazy sundays and goodbye kisses,
but I don't like how fragile I become when I'm with you,
always with my heart pumping out of my chest,
always with shaky hands,
always focusing on not falling to the ground from the weakness in my knees,
I don't like how being together is the highlight of my days and that I know those highlights always end.
And after all that rush comes days of feeling blue,
because I never know when I will go back to you.