i want to sing to them while we're laying in bed,
and they'll sing along with me, while we cuddle up, keep warm,
and the only other sound besides our voices will be the rain hitting the window.
i want to build a fort and sit inside it with them
eating popcorn and chocolate chips and marshmallows
and we can tell stories to eachother
or talk about old memories,
getting to know eachother all over again.
i want to walk through a beaten path on the woods,
holding their hand. we don't have to walk,
we can just listen to the sound of nature,
letting the breeze flow over us,
i want to wake up warm.
their hair tickling my face, our arms tangled together.
i want to open my eyes and see their sleeping face.
their expression calm, their breathing steady.
i want to invite them over.
make them a candle-lit dinner,
serving them their favorite foods and
when we're done i'll clean the table.
i'll come back and play with their hair,
kiss their forehead, their nose,
and tell them i think
there was a bit too much salt.
i want to have a picnic in a field,
and we'll laugh and talk and eat and
we can make fun of how we both chew our food.
they can pick on me for eating things in a circle
and i can pick on them for eating in spurts.
i want to go to an art festival,
or a carnival,or a museum,
or a musical festival,
or a concert, with
them. and we
can walk around
hand in hand and
smiles on faces and
have fun together.
i want to have a quiet day by a lake,
where we sit and create together.
i'll pick on their techniques,
and they can pick on mine, too,
and we'll laugh.
i want to be able to call them
during one of my four a.m. freak outs,
and have them come right away.
they'll smile at me even though i'm
covered in tears and a sniffling mess.
they'll hold me while i'm crying and
we can make a fort like before
and talk about those times when we were together
and fall in love all over again.