"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." A little doodle by Charlie-Bowater for one the most beautiful lines from any poem, The Old Astronomer by Sarah Williams.
I crave you in the most innocent form. I crave you to say good night and give you forehead kisses and say that I adore you when you feel at your worst. I crave you in ways where I just want to be next to you and nothing more or less
I want to sleep with you. I don't mean have sex. I mean sleep. Under my blankets. In my bed. With the window cracked, so it's chilly and we have to cuddle closer. No talking, just sleepy, blissfully happy, silence.