i like to sleep with the window open, because the breath of wind in the night makes me feel alive. i like the rustle of curtain, the scent of the tree blossoming in its dark alley, the contrast of warm sheets and cool breeze.
i like to wake up next to you, feel your skin smooth and soft against mine, feel your hair rustling against my neck. i like the way you look when you sleep, the curve of your closed eyelids, the warmth of your body in all its beauty.
i said i thought, sometimes, that i love you too much. it lets you hurt me when you don't mean to, when i don't mean you to, with something so simple as falling asleep or closing the door. i don't want to love you less, but i don't want to be hurt so much, especially when i know i shouldn't be, or needn't be. i don't want to love you less, because love is the one thing that deserves to be given fully, without regard, without regret, absolutely.

absolutely.

i like to sleep with you to keep me warm and a breeze to keep me cool. i like to feel your hands on my hip or your legs twined with my own, i like to wake up next to you, i want always to be waking up next to you, and i never want to want to love you less.