I paint pictures of you in my mind,
and when I close my eyes to sleep.
I visualize what it would be like to be held in your arms.
Anticipating how nice it would be to lay under the stars, knowing that you completely complete me.
I would like to know how a day spent with you would be like.
Would you be playful and affectionate?
Or shy and distant?
To hear your voice and be swallowed by your every word. To run my hands through your hair as we share a sweet kiss,
and witness a sunset or two.
To be able to have your hand in mine knowing you're right beside me or never far behind.
How I would give anything to lay my head upon your chest,
and hear the rhythmic beating of your heart,
and the motion of your every breath.
The thought of looking into your eyes makes me weak in the knees.
I often wonder if you're thinking about me or not.
The dying desire to feel your touch against my innocent skin.
To know what you look like while sleeping sends butterflies to my stomach.
I want to know the feeling of being in a crowded room, and to be the only girl you're looking at.
To be able to know everything there is know,
is what I really want, with you.