I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand and the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep and there are no words for that.
We need things, and the opposite of them, and we are so rarely completely comfortable.
I wanted to be beside you, i wanted you to wake up slowly or startle, or just half awaken and turned over and go back to sleep or murmur my name. I wanted to watch you forever, or sleep beside you forever, or sleep forever while you woke up and watched me, something forever anyway