It’s almost midnight and I want you here in my bed, I want to fall asleep in your arms and listen to the sound of your heart beat that puts me to sleep. I want to have you play in my hair, and kiss my forehead , I want to entangle my legs with yours so that you can’t move away, I want to have our stone cold feet rub a against another, i want do warp my arms around you since you’re like a giant teddy bear, I want to give you Eskimo kisses and I want to kiss you till you awaken , I want to listen to you snore since you snore so loud, I want to listen to you sing me lullabies till I fall asleep, I want to have long talks in bed where we just hold eachother and cuddle, I want you here right now. I want your kisses, I wanna wake up to those green eyes and grin, I want to trace your tattoo while you’re sleeping. I want to tickle you when you’re sad just so I can see you smile, I want you here every day, every second, I want you in my bed, not having sex, I just want you here with me right now.
A writer for the new york times interviewed a series of people who had survived jumping off the golden gate bridge. Every person she interviewed admitted that about two thirds of the way down, they realized that every seemingly meaningless problem that caused them to jump was fixable.
Every single one.
this gave me chills.
Reblogging this again because it matters.