i want to rush home to you. you'd be lying in bed reading a book and you'd look up and i'd come near you and give you a kiss. i want to take off my shoes while i tell you about my day, and give you a foot massage when you've had a terrible time at work. i want to be in the kitchen with you and not mind your culinary skills interfering with mine. i want to clean and sneeze with you, saw and hammer with you, and hand you the right tools when you're fixing the car. i want to go shopping with you, and hear you tell me to get myself something i've always wanted, and to stop being stingy. i want to carry your bags for you, and have you grab them from me because your hands are empty and mine are too busy to hold them. i want to drive home with you and have my hand on your thigh, or hold your hand when i get inside the train with you. i want to sit with you and talk for hours and forget about the time, i want to share my hot chocolate with you and wipe it from your lips when you're done. i want to solve puzzles with you and see you get frustrated and say you don't have time for it. i'd throw the magazine away and make love to you instead. i want to sleep naked with you and watch you dream. i want to wake up in the middle of the night and find you there beside me.