Baby.. you'll probably never read this. Right now, what are we? The names we call each other, the secrets we tell and our life stories.. Only a pair would tell each other all this, right?
I want to face you again. To have your small hand enveloped by mine. To gently play with your hair, aware of your pain.
I want to have your body covered by mine. To be wrapped around your small frame.
I want to kiss your incredibly soft lips..
The way you gently kiss.. I'm not fragile, don't be afraid. It is I that should be afraid. I want to hear your laugh as I tell you a joke to ease your fear, or the reaction of "Barbie girl" playing from my phone.
I tell a cheesy joke and I love that I did, your laughter is.. it's hard to put into words. It makes me happy.
When I flirt nonstop and disastrously, your cheeks glow.
I want you.
Not just for sex, for love. Genuine love.
I want to be in bed with you, barely inches apart. I want to hold your hand and stare lovingly into your eyes until you can't keep them open any longer.
I want to be the first and last thing on your mind.
While you sleep, I'll write sappy love stories inspired by you. I'll try to draw something that'll capture your beauty.
Maybe you'll wake up and tell me to get some rest, in which I'd get back in bed with you and slowly drift off to sleep with you in my arms.
That sound okay?
I hope so, baby.
You're mine.
My love.
-Eli
