I dream of you when I’m asleep and I dream of you when I’m awake; and when I’m with you, I feel I’m dreaming still.

The last time we kissed I felt the hairs on your face brush my lips; they stung my skin and I only wanted you more.

I wish you had kissed me twice.

Sometimes I feel so far away from you, but then I remember that I belong to you. You hold my hand and I feel like I’ve found my missing piece. That makes me smile;

and when your eyes wander down my body and linger around my *******, you look so in awe as if you’re gazing upon the stars.

Most nights I feel the ghost of your arms surrounding me, keeping me safe; and I wonder what it would be like for you to hold me this way.

I think I will soon find out

when we lay down and you get that look in your eyes; the one that I so often hold in my gaze when we say goodbye. Only this time goodbye will just be good night.

I will feel your presence, your breath on my neck, and I will wake up pressed against you.

But now I’m remembering the way you hug me and when you kissed me goodbye on the head, once, and that kiss lingered for days

and I remember the things you say to me; the playful smile when you tease me, the blush on your cheeks when you tell me how you feel about me

and the worry on your face when you think we won’t last.

Darling, we will. It may be too early to tell, but I think I’m in love with you.