I want you.
I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up.
I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed.
I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night; the blanket that wraps around you all night.
I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find.
I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers.
I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you.
I want to have differences between us.
I want your flaws. All of them.
I want go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you.
I want to be surprised by the new all the time.
I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art; always trying to chase what you crave … and capture you.
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