I want the bear hug kind of hug where he has both arms wrapped around your shoulders and you have two arms wrapped around his waist. I want sick-of-breathing, weightless kisses that make you wonder if you're awake or asleep, and hasty, misplaced mouths that aim for lips and miss. I want messy hair all over the place, and whispering that says, "this is good, this is real, and this is it."
I want the grounded kind of love that sends a text captioned "this made me think of you," when you're having a bad day. I want to be asked to dance in the middle of the street when there isn't a soul in sight, and to lie on a riverbank and dream. I want a quiet, comfortable silence that settles around you like a warm foam bath, and late night conversations that make you think about the bigger things.
And I want life, so much that I might drown in it, and fire and falling asleep to soft, gentle laughter. I want more. For once I want to feel full full full, instead of so goddamn empty all the time.
