imagine

the hardest part of being in love is that i can actually imagine my future with him, and that makes every day painful, eagerly waiting. 

I can see myself waking up in the morning, and having him by my side, rolling over to grab my waist and feel his stubble against me and the sheets over our bare skin. 

I can imagine making breakfast in the kitchen, dancing around to terrible pop music wearing nothing but his clothes and kissing him whilst the smell of coffee surrounds us. 

I can see us arguing over the silly little things, what colour to paint the kids room, what to have for dinner that night, what to put on the tv.

I can imagine making him clean the dishes as i get the kids bathed and in bed.  I can imagine reading them bed time stories as he looks on, making sound effects to make the kids go wild. 

I can see us going to bed ourselves, me wearing his clothes and cuddled up to him in bed.  My head on his bare chest, listening to his breathing slow down and hear his heart beating, knowing that it belongs to me. 

And it will be in that moment that i know, he will be the one to make my life perfect.