"I want 7am sleepy snuggles, 3pm midday blues, 2am whispers about how afraid you are to lose me.
I want you on your good days and I want you on your bad days. I want to be your afternoon fuck and your late night shoulder to cry on when things get too much.
I want Christmas mornings in front of the discount tree with branches missing that we love, that we spent hours of fun decorating with torn tinsel and broken ornaments,
I want to argue with you over what colour drapes we have in the bedroom and where we should eat,
I want to fight with you until we ultimately end up aggressively fucking in our bed before falling in a pool of sweat and professing or apologies into the night,
I would rather fight with you than love someone else.
I want everything, every moment, every experience, ever fight, ever fuck, every stolen glance and stolen touch, I want it with you.
I simply want you."
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A book I'll never, ever write
AcakA book of excerpts, of ideas and stories, Of feelings and thoughts. Of things I'll never enhance, Of things that don't need to be completed To make sense, to evoke feeling. A book of things that every single Person has felt At one point or anoth...
