I Just Wanna Spend Some Time With You, Darling.

I wanna cuddle with you for hours and hours in your bed, talking about friendships and relationships and the past and the future and us. I wanna make too much noise in your kitchen while getting the spicy nacho flavored doritos and kiwi strawberry capri suns. I wanna play nazi zombies with you and get excited about getting good guns or going on a knifing spree and upset when you don’t revive me or when we lose before we ever get a chance to get to round ten. I wanna watch recorded episodes of Intervention on your TV in the hours of the morning. I wanna go to taco cabana, and do what we always do: go through the drive-through, order a #2, beef, soft, queso, dr. pepper; and a #5, queso, dr. pepper; and park right in the parking lot as we each switch one taco so we both have one beef and one bean and cheese; and talk about college and what comes after that and the goals we've set for ourselves and our relationship and how we got here. I wanna talk to you about everything. I want you to tell me anything. I wanna hear the different laughs you have and think about how adorable you are. I wanna watch you smile when I kiss your cheek. I wanna mess with your hair and your big lips, and hold your hand. I wanna hug you for too long when we have to go our separate ways for the night to sleep. I wanna do everything and anything with you for the longest amount of time possible, because with you, even an endless amount of time is still not long enough.

Author's Note

This is truly a journal entry. Keep that in mind. It's a very personal thing only Tanner and I would understand, but you know, I think it's kinda cute to read, hah.