I would talk to you until my mouth ran dry, not with anything to say, but because I know that sometimes, you simply need my voice. These arms were built to hold you, they will find you in our sleep. I love the way you weigh down the left side of this broken bed. The way gravity pulls us together. A constant, something that cannot be defied. A force.

I have started and ended days with this scene in my eyes. Give me more.