The whole world fits inside of your arms. To find myself there, I have to fly around this world. Take off that shell and crawl into these warm, close spaces with me. Head on shoulder, sprawled in complete contentedness. Is it new, is it old, is it tired, is it cold? Are we fooling ourselves with every perfect kiss? For once, for the first time, it is enough to soak in it and relinquish all other requirements. I do not have to know if we are fooling ourselves because if we are, it is worth it. The love I feel for you brings voluntary and willing tears. Emotion that strong, strong enough to evoke passionate responses, calls for a complete abandonment of routine and cautious steps. And I am jumping in, headfirst. Every moment with you is better than the moments without. Like you said, I miss you every morning I wake up and you are not there. Three months, twelve weeks, ninety days of missing you with every breath. I will be traveling this world to return to the one inside of your arms.