All I want to do is crawl into your arms and have you kiss my forhead softly and push my hair out of my eyes. You'll whisper sweet nothings in my ears as the song that reminds you of me plays in the background. You will be my beautiful caveman who saves me from my nightmares and wipes away my heartache. And I will be your baby who cooks banana pancakes for dinner while listening to Bob Marley and dancing, naked, in the kitchen.
I will count on you to soothe me when I'm terrified, and to help me smile through devestation. I will love you when we fight, and I won't correct your Spanish.
I won't make you play if you don't want to, as long as you won't tickle me when I beg you to stop. You won't let me buy movie tickets or even the snacks, and while you spoil me with love and affection, I will always do the same.
We will think we have only been together for two weeks when it's been two years since you kissed me at Knight.
And while I speak these vows to you, know that I am still dreaming of forever in your arms.