I just want someone to come home to. Someone to call home. I want to make breakfast and dinner for you, I know you like soup, I can make soup. I want to take care of you when you’re sick and clean the house while you’re away so you’ll have nothing to worry about. I want to keep the bed warm for you while you’re gone because you do the same for my heart. You can play and I can sing and we can travel the world running from the people that don’t have a love like ours. I’ve always wanted an outdoor wedding and I’ve never met someone that would look so good in nature while I fall in love with them again and again. You make me want to live in the South, abandon everything and just be with you on a hammock in West Virginia watching the grass sway in the breeze and count your freckles in the sun. I want to get lost in you for days and weeks and months and years and decades and centuries and lifetimes until you are all there is, beginning and end. Let’s leave. Let’s go together. Doesn’t it sound so sweet? The roads are begging for a love like ours, there’s so many people waiting to meet us, so many places waiting for us to make love in. Just let me be the one who calls you baby all the time. Let me be good to you. Let me show you what happiness is, that happiness can come from someone else, that happiness can come from me. Let me take away your stress and anxiety and insecurity because you’re wonderful and nothing else matters. I may not be good at much, but I could be so fucking good to you.