Comfortable Silences

I sit in the dark of the early morning once again tonight with thoughts racing in my head. How badly I want to touch you. How much I crave to hold you. Three days and I'm floating. I'm upended by this wonderful person who makes me feel so innocent, so deep. Who allows me to be myself, and actually accepts it. It's been so long since someone has accepted me. With each action there is equal and opposite reaction. As is such I'm doing stupid, childish things. I want to run full speed ahead. I make believe that you're close to me, but it's not nearly close enough. I want to walk into the next room, and see the way your face lights up. I want to stand in front of you, and see the lights that I have placed in your eyes. I want you to feel the seratonin rush. I knew, just like you do. I have known. I've known since you first laughed at me. I want to speak our own language. I want the job of making you happy. I will make you happy. I promise to do that for as long as you'll let me.