we’re in a large white bed with ruffled sheets and your hair is messy and the curtains are open ever so slightly where the sun rays hit half your face and make your eyes shine like two gems crafted by god himself and you’re laughing and i’m thinking about how much i love the sound of it and the dimples on your cheeks that come out and your head tilted back eyes closed mouth open

we’re in the kitchen of our shared apartment and you’re in a long shirt and underwear and you’re cooking something with your hair in a bun and your feet bare and i’m watching you as your face scrutinizes as you measure the exact amount of this spice and that herb and i’m thinking about how much i love the shape of your legs and the way your body seems so fragile yet so beautifully elegant and how your fingers feel so perfect wrapped in mine your feet so perfect intertwined with mine your lips so perfect just by themselves but probably even more perfect pressed against mine

we’re driving on the highway and it’s raining and i’ve had a bad day but you’re sitting next to me and your perfume smells like clean linen and the word soft and you’re too focused on flipping through the stations to notice i’m too focused on how much i love your hands as they delicately play themselves around in your lap when you’re bored and how indecisive you are even when it’s just the radio and the way you look at me from the corner of your eye even when you think i’m not looking which is especially funny because that’s the thing, i’m always looking

we’re hiking a mountain and we’re kissing under willow trees and we’re slow dancing drunk and we’re staying in bed and we’re organic grocery shopping and we’re growing vegetable gardens together and we’re picking up the kids from daycare and we’re fighting and we’re fucking and best of all we’re falling in love and we’re not stopping for a second to think about the real us that exist in the real universe where in real life we’re not anything at all and never will be