The color of your walls.
The style of your furniture.
The smell of your sheets, and the feel of your pillow.
The separated door.
The dim of the lights.
I know all these things.
The warmth of your skin.
The tenderness of your sides.
The sound of your voice and the smell of your hair.
The gentleness of your touch.
The light in your smile.
I know all these things.
But it is so much more than that. I can not express in words the way it feels to be doing absolutely nothing with you. It’s an addiction to the point where I don’t want to do anything with anyone, except nothing with you.
It is the way that our bodies always find a small section of each other. Whether it be our elbows, knees, or more than that. We are always with each other when we’re alone together, and that means the world to me.
