I want to know you
I want to know you. I want to hear about your interests, Your favorite things, your problems, your thoughts. I want to see the pale blue of your eyes up close, glimmering as you speak softly and carelessly. I want to be the reason behind your smile, rendering me speechless as dimples appear upon your cheeks. I want to be the one to sing along to the radio with you, laughing as we try to hit all of the notes on key. I want to hold your hand, for hours upon hours, never letting go. I want to wake up to your raspy morning voice, watching as you wipe the sleep from your eyes. I want to be the one to touch your soft lips with mine, hearing your breath catch in your throat as you move closer. I want to run my hands through your soft hair, detangling the blond mess and smiling as you close your eyes. I want to be the one to hold you close late at night, when your demons come out to haunt you. I want to wipe your tears away, when the thoughts become too much to handle. I want to lay...