I feel warm breath and soft lips brush against my neck as you whisper to me,
and happy here I dream of more, so much more.
It took me weeks to work up the courage to tell you, first quietly squeaking out that I haz the feels, watching you grin as I struggle to speak a truth you've already known. I fell for you weeks ago and you've been waiting for this.
Now, safe and warm and surrounded by you, I listen to your snores and once I think you're asleep I whisper the truth. I love you. So quietly I barely hear it myself, yet, somehow you did, and you pull me in closer and kiss me and "I know"....
I fall fast and hard and often and my heart has taken more chances than most.
Here I am, handing it over to you freely...and you handle it so gently.
I told you once to never say it unless you were absolutely sure.
So, okay, you aren't there yet. These things can take some time, after all.
Except, except I feel it when you pull me in for yet another goodbye kiss, not knowing when our next hello might be.
I told you once not to ever hurt me. Now you're trying to protect us both.
Except my foolish heart and my foolish brain are in cahoots and I can't help but dream of a future with you. I'm not even trying to stop the dreams from coming, now.
I miss you terribly when we are apart, and ache to be near you, with you, always. You occupy my mind and sneak into daydreams and this...this must be a good thing.
I won't regret a moment.
I don't want it to end.
I'm dreaming again, lover,
that you're my foreverman.