Every other night, I've been moving from home to us.
It's like a routine we've both fallen into, after our classes, work, gym, life; we fall into each other's arms and fall asleep together.
The peaceful sound of your breathing eases me, just like how your silly, mischievious smiles leave me breathless wanting more.
Is this what love feels like?
Wanting him despite his grumpy mornings, silly phrases and constant bickering about little things that lead to deep conversations and understanding. I crave being with him and wanting him.
Just when I think I'm done and can't do much more, I gaze at him and realize I fall deeper each time.
If this is love, I'd fall deeper for him all over again and more.
