All The Loud

I want the cliche kisses in photo booths. And the candid photos of me when I’m not looking. I want the week long road trips with the widows down and my feet up on the dash. I want hands clenched tight when we’re intimate. I want shared showers the morning after. I want breakfast in nothing but oversized t-shirts. I want tv show marathons with extra buttery popcorn and makeout breaks during commercials. I want “I love you"s and “you’re beautiful"s and my name blended in curse words while you moan. I want time and promise and happiness and intimacy.

Wrap your arms around me so I can bury my face in your chest when the cold air hurts. Give me surprise kisses at red lights. Sit next to me when we go out to dinner. Pull me onto your lap when we watch movies all Sunday. Sneak butt touches in front of my parents. Keep our inside jokes alive. Text me when you're at work and can't stop thinking about me.

Well I’m doomed.

Shit. We’re fucked when he goes to Japan.