Sometimes all I really want to do is sit beside you. I want to watch poor excuses for films with you on my laptop and laugh at them together. I want to plan things with you, things we’ll never do but for some reason just planning them with you is enough. I want to talk to you about everything and anything while we lie on my bed, the rest of the world on the other side of the door.
Maybe we’ll grow tired of each other at some point, but until then I want you; just you.