“I want you.” I said, meaning it to depths of my soul. “I want you to be the first person I speak to every morning, and the last one every night. I want to kiss you, and touch you, and make love to you, and I want to laugh, and dream, and plan with you. I’ll probably make mistakes, I’ll be afraid for your safety, and I’ll be annoyed that I can’t do anything better than you except pee standing up, but I’ll grovel for all of it if only for the make-up sex and the chance to become a better person in your eyes.”
