dear you,
i know we’re thinking the same thing. but i seem to take it to the next step.
you think it must be okay for you to lie down in my bed. i think that i can’t believe how lucky i am to know you find comfort in the place i sleep.
you think it must be okay for you to rest you head against my leg. i think that i should build up the courage to run my fingers through your hair. (i don’t, of course.)
you think it must be okay for you to open my cupboards and what-not and look through my things. i think that it would be incredible if you found my secrets.
i want to know more of what you’re thinking, and i want to take it to the next level.
love,
me
