Let me tell you something. The thing that I want more than being perfectly fine is to be perfectly matched for you. I want to wake up feeling the tip of your toes slightly kissing mine. So tender, so soft, so innocently honest. As I realized that your arms have turn to a pillow under my neck and a blanket around my waist. As slowly listening to the rhythm of your breath while I try to match it with mine. Like a symphony, like that song we play over and over again even tho you hate the way I never get tired of humming to the same tune, you still twirl me in a dance we perform in the middle of your messy room.

I want to realized the way you fall asleep. As those eyelids slowly closing, I want them to see mine as the last thing they catch in sight. We can have nothing but ourselves around each other and I still feel like I have the whole universe within my front pocket. Turning off the alarm by kissing your lips and slowly sneak into your shirt just to get me to the coffee machine because I can't even help it being anywhere without the scent of your skin.

And the morning go on. Like we will never grow old.

Let me know how you feel about your coffee. Or about me.