I love when the only taste I have in the morning is coffee
I want to show him what the leaves smell like when you drive on a sunday morning. I want to show him all of my favorite places. I want to have a shirt that smells like him. I want him to tell me about his work while I run my fingers through his hair or over his knees. I want to be able to fall asleep with my head on his shoulder. I want to dance with him, and not have to worry about who will see us holding hands or stealing kisses.