And…

And I want to massage your neck and kiss your face and hold your hand and go for a walk.

And talk about the day. Talk about your day, talk about my day. Watch great movies … watch terrible movies.

And tell you about the TV show I saw the night before and laugh at your jokes. Want you in the morning but let you sleep for awhile. Tell you how much I love your eyes, your mouth, your hands. To do anything I can to make you happier.

And sit on the steps smoking ’til you come home. And worry when you’re late and be amazed when you’re early.

And be sorry when I’m wrong and happy when you forgive me. Look at your photos and wish I’d known you forever. Hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin.

And I’ll tell you the worst things about me and give you the best of me. Answer your questions when I’d rather not. And tell you the truth when I really don’t want to.

And hug you and hold you when you’re having a bad day and want you when I smell you. Melt when you smile. And tell you why I love the man who flew across the country one weekend because he loved me.

… And somehow communicate some of the over-whelming, undying, overpowering, unconditional, all-encompassing, heart-enriching, mind-expanding, ongoing, never-ending love I have for you. 

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