I want us:
The late night sexcapades that throw off your schedule in the morning.
Dancing in the kitchen when we should be washing the dishes.
Setting our goals and sharing them with one another.
Showing each other pictures of lofts that we might call our home one day.
Sending silly texts.
Savoring moments.
Bearing souls.
Exchanging smiles.
I want all of the above, and more.
I want my life to always have you in it.
But you can’t keep giving me fractions
and expect me to stay.

Poet: Stefanie Parrott


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