"I just want you. I want us. I want those quiet Sunday mornings where we don't have anywhere to be, where I can read to you while you fall back asleep in my arms before I worship your body like the goddess you are. I want fifty years from now, when we're gray and wrinkled, sitting on the porch of the home we built together with a bunch of grandkids running around us." A tear slips from my eye as my lip quivers, and he reaches for me, his thumb catching the wetness on my cheek. "I want to build a life with the woman I'm crazy about."
