My Loves

My dears, what to write to you?

My loves, my life, my everything

What can I tell you, that you don't already know?

You are all I feel I need, although my rational mind tries to tell me otherwise

I don't like this waiting, for this to be made "real"

I don't need it as much as you'd think, as much as it sounds

I want nothing to do with pressuring you into anything

Or, to feel like you have to do anything to make me happy

I am alright, for the most part

I just want this so bad

I want to hold your hands, I want to kiss you, I want to sit half in your laps

But I also want the things nobody thinks of

I want to know how you wake up

I want to know what you would do if the washer broke

I want to see how you organize your closet

I want to eat the lunches you make

I want to have two different gallons of milk in the fridge

I want three boxes of cereal in the cupboard

I want to know how you make your tea

I want to know everything about you, no matter how small and insignificant

But I can wait

I will wait