Love of my life.
You give me life.

I would just send this in a message to you, but you're such a light sleeper, and I don't want your phone to go off and disturb you.

I lie here next to you some nights feeling like I might explode with love for you; where I feel something that is beyond love and beyond whatever is beyond love, and I feel it through my being.

I can't even make myself care about how awfully mushy and gross I must sound when I talk about you. I'm too... enveloped.

I lie here
and I want
a million things with you.

I want to make you happy. I want babies with you. I want to always light your cigarettes. I want to stroke your hair and hold your hand for the rest of my life.
I want to roll over right now and breathe more of you in. (How do you always smell like the best thing I have ever smelled?)

I want you to
always
leave marks on me that I'll
always
pretend to be annoyed about.
I want to make love to you over and over and over
and over
and over.
I want to taste your skin, I want to make you feel so good.

I want more for you to rest now, though. You had a hard day. I love watching you sleep anyway; listening to you.
I want to hear your perfect breathing for my next hundred eternities. I want to make you feel good, always, in every way. I wish I could heal and protect your body and mind from every pain in the universe.

I want your name on my lips forever. I want to always, always feel this way.
And I want to be your Always. It's my one wish.
I want you, more than anything I have wanted before,
and I want you all the time, forever.


Tomorrow, I'll tell you,
"I wrote something for you last night."
And... the whole time you're reading this...  
I will be hoping to God that you know how these words don't even begin to describe the galaxies of emotions
that you fill me with.