I just want to lay beside the one I love and tell them about the many reasons to why I love them. I want the moonlight to hit our skin so I can see myself drawing my own constellations on their back with my fingertips while they are dozing off, thinking of names for each cluster of created stars. I want to give and receive half asleep kisses and wake up in the middle of the night to reach over and still feel them there. To reassure myself that it wasn’t just a dream. That all of this sleepy eyed intensity actually did happened.