I want to fall in love with you.
I want to fall in love with everything about you.
I want to fall in love with the sound of your voice or the way you say my name.
I want to fall in love with your smile.
I want to fall in love with the way you look at me.
I want to fall in love with the way you roll over first thing when you wake up (because you always end up sleeping away from me) and grunt for me to be close to you and to hold you.
I want to fall in love with your nervous habits because they’re what make you, you, even though I make you stop the second I notice you scratching your head.
I want to fall in love with your little “things” - like 2, 4, 5, 6, 8 on the volume of things.
I want to fall in love with your grumpy morning pout when I wake you up for work.
I want to fall in love with the way you want to step on anything to be taller than me, even though I love that you’re shorter.
I want to fall in love with your snoring at 3 am even though you hate it I think it’s so fucking cute.
I want to fall in love with the feeling of your skin on mine.
I want to fall in love with your family and friends and everybody that comes along with falling in love with you.
I want to fall in love with the way you look at me and smile, then look away when I look back at you.
I want to fall in love with your passions, because watching you take photos and watching you play the guitar is so fucking beautiful.
I want to fall in love with your mind and everything that comes to it, because you are always thinking about so much.
I want to fall in love with the way you grab my face and kiss me gently when I’m upset.
I want to fall in love with all of you.