I want nothing more than to feel your breath against my cheek, the steady rise and fall of your beating chest shaking the mattress around me.
I want to love you as a stranger, as a boy who means nothing to me.
I want to love you platonically, as friends simply sharing body heat.
I want to love unclearly, as two humans too afraid to sleep by themselves and too afraid to admit to their own feelings.
I want to love you purely, with a raw ache forming inside every time I see your lashes flutter against the cold sheets.
I want to fall in love in every stage, to go through and understand every painstaking moment, because I have spent far too long warding off the pangs in my abdomen and citing them as merely a chemical reaction.
Because I have spent far too long writing off everything as a chemical reaction.
