I want to lie in bed all day with him. I want to place my hand over his heart and feel all his blood pumping his emotions through. Like a compass telling me where to go next.

I want to feel his scratchy face against my cheek. I want our feet to intertwine and warm each other. I want his fingers to tickle my spine, ribs, and knees. I want laughter and the afternoon light to stream in. I want music to play softly in the background as we discuss our dreams from the night before.

I want his lips to warm me. I want to hear all his plans. I want to watch him sleep as I write. I want to doze off and wake up to the feel of his hand in mine.

I don’t want him to ignore my softer spots, but tell me how beautiful they are. I want to feel his hands in my hair and on my face. I want to breathe and share oxygen with him.

I want him to tell me I’m all he’s ever wanted. I want hugs to feel like he could swallow me into him. I want him to whisper, ‘Today, you don’t have to think. Just be.’

Maybe I want too much?