desire

I want to see you again, kiss you again, lay in your arms again, talk to you again.

I want... I want the sunny front steps of that big grey house to feel familiar. I want you to care. I want to spend countless summer days at the beach with you. Or anywhere. I want to see your new apartment. I want to know you well. I want to hang out with your friends. I want to see the movies you make.

I want this summer to be dizzyingly happy, an explosion of bright colors, and I want you to be the reason. I want to wake up to sunlight and happy half-asleep thoughts of you, fall asleep to ecstatic memories of seeing you last, and electric anticipation of seeing you again. I want to be sure that I will see you again. I want the days to be filled with the knowledge that you want to see me too.

Before I met you, I lived in a dark cold place. I want never to go back there.

But more than that, I just want you.