To talk to him every waking minute of the day,about anything and everything
But would he spare time for that?
To express the love my heart is brimming with,the burning desire i feel for him,and how imperative he is for me
But would he be able to fathom the enormity of the feelings conveyed by those little words?
To write long letters to him,like irritably prolonged letters,penning down all that i feel,and realizing in the end that i did not manage to express what i actually wanted to convey,but yeah,writing lengthy letters to him
But would he care to read them at all?
To rub my crimson-gloss rimmed lips against his oh-so-lovely soft lips and run my fingers all over his bare chest
But would he allow the average looking ‘me’ to feel the pleasure and sheer honour of touching the beautiful thing he is?
To travel the world with him!To go around the globe, seeing new places,meeting new people,tasting new dishes…With one person who is constant by my side,him.
But would he cherish my company as much as i enjoy his?
To firmly stand by his side in his trying times,to become his pillar of support and to elevate his mood when he feels low
But would he trust me enough to confide in me?
To love him forever,and a little more after that,be his bride,be the mother of his children,be his soulmate
But would he love me back? Would he make me his mistress?