I want to know what keeps her eyes open at night, what makes it hard for her to sleep, I want to know the places to touch that quicken her heartbeat. I want to see her at her worst and find that I still love her to her core, I want to know what she smells like when she steps out of the shower, when she is at her most raw. 

I want so many things for her and from her that I feel it bubbling up inside me at times, and I have to leave the room if she’s in it, for fear of it spilling out. 

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