Everyday waiting for me at the end of the road.
Your glasses cannot hide the smiles that aged your eyes.
But they still hold their innocence; an oversized toddler, excited by the prospect of everything and nothing.
It's contagious, amazing, overwhelming but never exhausting.
And to think I miss you even from across the room.
Your voice warm peanut butter tones, comforting; a pillow to the ears, inviting me in to everything you have to say.
It's all interesting to me.  
Even the mundane ramblings that fall clumsily from your mouth, and your stupid big face making me laugh so hard my cheeks hurts.
My mind toys with the idea of not knowing you and the thought, no matter how fleeting is excruciating.
**So what are you waiting for... kiss me you idiot.