I want to be the voice you pick over everyone else's when you're deciding whether to stay out late.

I keep thinking about your thumbs drumming on the table and it makes me impatient for tonight.

I want the routine of stealing your hoodie and returning it with promises, forever.

I keep wanting to press my palm to the small of your back and never stop.

I want to keep memorizing the small scratches on your phone case and why they happened.

I keep imagining the heat of your forehead against mine and it keeps building into plans.

I keep wanting the quiet of your breathing next to mine and that thought feels dangerous.

I want to keep being the late-night voice that makes you forget the time.

I want to be the person you text a stupid joke to at work for years.

I keep wanting the way you say my name when you're impatient and it thrills me.

I want to keep sending you photos of the street we walked and know you'll want to come back.

I keep thinking about the dent your head makes against my shoulder and it follows me.

I want to stay the one you call when plans crumble, every single time.

I keep imagining your hand finding mine in crowded rooms and it makes me reckless.

I want to keep being the person who knows your coffee order by heart.

I keep wanting to taste the salt on your neck after a run and planning when next.

I want the habit of reaching for you on bad days to never leave me.

I keep craving the rumple of your shirt after you wake up and the craving only grows.

I want to keep stealing the corner of your book and leaving kisses there.

I keep wanting the tiny freckle at the base of your thumb in my mind all day.

I want to be the reason your phone lights up with a grin, forever.

I keep thinking about your sigh when you finally sit down and it makes me count the hours.

I want to keep learning how you like your coffee and how you don't, always.

I keep imagining your feet under my blanket and it ruins my concentration.

I want to be the one you call when a song reminds you of something we did together.

I keep wanting to trace the faded ink of the tattoo on your wrist and I don't see that stopping.

I want to spend every holiday stealing the same seat at your table.

I want to interrupt your meetings with a text that makes you blush for as long as we're allowed.

I keep replaying your laugh from dinner and it keeps turning my plans toward you.

I want the smell of your jacket in my pillowcase for years.

I keep craving the small press of your elbow on the couch and the thought never quits.

I want to wake up to your shampoo in the bathroom for the rest of my life.

Thinking about the chipped mug you always grab turns my whole afternoon electric.

I want to fall asleep beside you tonight and every night after that.

I keep picturing your fingers undoing my jacket and it makes me plan weekends.

I still want the scar above your knee and the way your shirt smells, every night.

I want the neat, quiet way you undo buttons when you think no one's watching.

I keep replaying your whispered question from the sofa and it makes me restless.

The way your knee knocks mine under the table is the small electric I keep craving.

I want the impatient tug at my sleeve that means you're not waiting any longer.