The life I want to have with you

A girl describing her perfect life.

I want to come home to you sitting on the couch with your headphones on and a laptop on your lap, working on your latest mix. I want to be able to stand behind you silently and just watch you work, feeling the passion radiating off of you. I want to see your body moving to a secret melody only you can hear. Then I want to slowly walk forward and wrap my arms around you, leaning my head against yours in greeting. I want to inhale you’re sweet, beautiful scent. You don’t flinch, because even though you didn’t know I was there my sudden presence doesn’t scare you. In fact, it makes you feel even more safe and at home. I want to then leave you to finish your work, going to put away my brief case and change out of my work clothes. By the time I’d come back downstairs you’d be done and already starting diner, and I’d roll up my sleeves and join you. Except for the one night a week when we’d order delivery from a restaurant who sold food from a different culture. We’d sit together at the kitchen table, or on the couch, and talk about our day. We’d share stories from work, me talking about disobedient employees or quirky clients. He’d tell me about his latest inspiration or what he was working on at the studio. Though our jobs would be completely different, we both loved to hear about the others. After we’d done the dishes, one washing and one drying because we wouldn’t have a dishwasher, we’d go out to the patio. This would be our favorite time of the day, the sun just beginning to set over the horizon. If it was cool enough I’d bring a blanket to cover my shoulders. This is where we’d fall in love as if for the first time every single night. This is where we’d tell each other everything.
I want you to tell me everything. You’re opinions on any subject that would come to mind. We could talk about any subject for hours, whether we agreed on the subject or not. For instance, we’d talk about tattoos, agreeing that they always need to mean something personal but disagreeing on how many we personally want. You’d want sleeves, I’d want merely a few simple, personal symbols. The fact that we’d disagree would make me love you even more. That’s another thing I want. I want to be able to tell you shamelessly every single day that I love you. I want to be able to look wondrously into your eyes. I want you to then ask me what I’m thinking, and I’d want to be able to wholeheartedly answer that I was just thinking how much I am irrevocably and undeniably in love with you. You’d then smile a smile that would warm my heart and pull me into your lap, pulling the blanket around both of us. You’d pull my hair to one side and gently kiss the side of my neck. I would sigh and let my body relax against yours with the feeling of utmost contentment. We would stay this way, basking in each other’s presence and silently watching the sun disappear, marking the end of another day in paradise.