I want to write every night about you, baby, until you're laying right beside me.

At least once a day, I check my sources. You're real, but I never imagined it possible. I'm breathless at your smile, unable to draw breath when I realize it's me you're smiling at.

There's so much lying beneath those lines, so much I want to know. Where have you been? It's safe to say it could be anywhere and I would stay firmly in place. I'm aching to fall asleep to you. Hands in my hair, mine on your back. I've felt perfection and I don't want to digress. Stay with me.