"Human wants are insatiable"
I want to wake up next to them, I want to brush the hair from their face with my nicely shaped finger nails and kiss them into the harsh rays of sunlight that make the morning. I want to know what his eyelashes feel like and know how many lines he has on his palm and the geography of each and every curve.
I want him to laugh at my German accent and impersonate my illiterate sounding but very literate parents. I want to sit up all night and watch Sherlock or Luther and take turns trying to solve the mystery before the detective. I want to drink black coffee and struggle with those fucking crosswords at the back of the newspaper.
I want him to dress well.Not extra just well. And I dont want him to open the door for me. I want him to notice the way I roll my eyes when I'm angry or tired and smile everytime because he loves it. I want him to know how fast I speak when I'm passionate about something and never try and slow me down because its one of his favourite things about me. I want him to taste like home and wear a linen shirt that he buttons down when he gets home just so he can play with the kids properly.
I want him to be breathtakingly intelligent and have this ultra-serious focus face when he's solving a problem. I want him to doubt his ability but only as much as I doubt mine. I want a free spirit. He should pack light because he knows I pack heavy and bring a backpack for everything that ends up flowing out of my oversize bag. I want family holidays and pictures of us in Honolulu on the fridge and out of the blue trips to the Maldeevs . I want him to be passionate and I want him to care - like I do so he'll understand me when I care. I want us to be so complete together we feel incomplete apart. I want him to share my balance.
