I just want to hold your hand, and drink fruity things while we sit on the sofa watching television. Snuggle into you as I go to sleep at night. Make you breakfast in bed and cupcakes on your birthday, and the days when I feel like it in between. Wake up to your face on my pillow, eyes scrunched shut against the morning sun. Hear you moan your protest at going outside, or shopping, or to visit my parents. I want to dress up to go out and never leave the house because we end up back in bed. Can't help but kiss you every time I see your face, and hold your hand up to my heart.