I don't want something. I want everything.
I don't only want the holding hands under the table, stealing glances at each other while our families eat and joke around the dinner set for the night. I also want the cuddles late in the night, lying there in the peaceful dark, bundled up safely and warm in your arms.
I don't only want the morning coffee, where we are rushing to keep up with our daily deadlines, still making time for the kiss on the cheek that will keep me going through the day's schedule of no reclines. I also want the late night tea, soothing our minds while we talk to each other about our day, the song you'd played for me that beautiful night playing in the background like it would in a classic movie.
I don't only want the talkative afternoons, when we argue on the show we want to watch or where we should go for lunch, ending with you kissing me and smiling and agreeing to whatever may be my wish. I also want the silent evenings where I lay across your chest, my eyes closed relaxed and enjoying the way your voice makes me feel while you read our week's favourite poem or book.
I don't only want the way you kiss me so passionately yet sweetly when you've finally cracked that hard level in the game you always play or I have finally got that grade I wanted in my English paper. I also want the way you hug me so tight, lending your strength to me while I break down reading my brother's letter saying he is joining the army or while I give you my shoulder for you to cry on, when your dog has to be put down for his own good.
I don't only want your smiles and cheesy pizzas and hugs and kisses and the dates with you or the rare fights I have with you. I also want that sparkle in your eyes when you tell me you love me, that glaze in your eyes when you tell me you missed me, that beat of your heart that is the calming melody of mine.
I don't want anything but you.