I wanna lay in the words of my memories and feel happy.

I remember waking up to the green of his eyes. His lips pursed as he gazed deep into my dark brown eyes and we found each other. He would run his soft, warm hands across my cheek, cool from the basement air, and then pull my head into his warm chest and kiss my forehead. I would find my hands under his shirt, running my fingertips across his stomach and making my way back to his hot back, warming my hands almost immediately. We would exchange those 3 words and they would feel so right as they escaped my mouth. I would kiss his cheek, or nibble his ear, depending on my mood and tell him, "I'm hungry!" He would smile and ask what I want, kiss my forehead again and disappear up the stairs. He always made me the best food.