More than now

The way I look at him,
touches the very depths of me.
A longing has formed for him,
a need for his touch.

Before, the feelings were predictable.
Expected.
But now, I need to catch my breath,
take a moment before I am completely engulfed.

It almost hurts to spend a night alone.
Not having our bodies touch,
breathing together,
dreams intertwining.

But it's the pain that makes things incredible.
I want to wake up tomorrow and love him more,
more than I do now, and ever have.