macbastard

I want to fall in love. I want to be warm with someone. I want to lie in a bed and smell her hair upon my pillow. I want to hear her laugh. I want to feel her hands upon my body. I want to feel safe. I want the entire world outside to go away. I want time to stop. I want the silence between us to be perfect. I want to read her a story. I want to see her smile. I want to talk about smart matters. I want to argue about stupid things. I want to hear her describe something so outragous that I cannot help but agree. I want to watch the sun go down behind her silouetted form. I want to hold her hand. I want to climb atop her and solwly make love. I want to fall asleep next to her. I want to hear her joints pop as she moves after not moving for awhile. I want to have that feeling of knowing you are not alone in the darkness. I want to pull an eyelash off her face. I want to hear her sigh. I want to get perturbed and then be o.k. I want to get a massage. I want to hold her tight. I want to revel secrets. I want to trust. I want to be happy in this small space. So happy that the emotion fills a million small spaces.

I want to fall in love.

Scott McShane