I'm going to...

“I look at you sleeping inches away from my face, your breath touching mine not quite fresh air, but a rush still a frown creases the forehead I longed to kiss last night. The face turns, the lips part in a smile, I hope, I close my eyes, my heart beats a little faster, I clench my fists and twist my toes and I hear a gentle snore, I laugh out loud, I shake my head and with the spirit of the morning sun, kiss you fully on the lips. I await nothing, I care for nothing, I worry about nothing. Not you, not me, not silence, not pleasure, not pain, not what you will think, not what you will say. Yes, I guess I'm going to like you.”