honey (and others)

Does she know?

I often wonder; does she know?
Does she know that I sometimes trace intricate swirling patterns on her skin when she's asleep because I need so badly to reassure myself that she's real?
Does she know that every time my arm goes around her waist, my heart stutters because I never imagined I'd have someone so perfect in my arms?
Does she know that when I press my lips against her shoulder it's to hide the smile that I always seem to have around her?
Does she know I'd spend hours whispering pointless jokes into the warm air between us because her voice still gives me butterflies?
Does she know that, as I sit here writing this, I can hear the shower running and I am counting the seconds until she's beside me again, smelling of shampoo and baby powder?
Does she know that I still blush when I think about hugging her, or kissing her, or being so wrapped up in her that I can forget my problems for a while?
Does she know that I crave her attention?
Does she know that she is the most important thing in the world to me?
I often wonder; does she know that I'm in love with her?

- rayning-roses (tumblr)