“don’t get me wrong, i’m an independent person. but i quite like the idea of waking up in the middle of the night with your arm wrapped around me. not protecting me, just holding me. and when i can’t sleep, i get to admire you. i can hold my breath until our heartbeats are in sync or maybe i can kiss the scar above your lip. i can count the freckles on your arms like i am an astronomer mesmerized by the stars in the sky. i can guess where your dreams are taking you by studying your wavering smile or fluttering eyes. and when i do fall asleep, i will dream about you, the last thing my eyes saw before i gave into the exhaustion. and when i wake up, the first thing i will see is you. maybe you will still be sleeping soundly holding onto me, or maybe i will catch you admiring me, too.”
