But days like today, when we meet for lunch, and his hair is adorably ruffled and his coat skims his frame and his eyes crinkle up and he holds me and kisses me gently, I find it insanely hard not to smother him. I don't want to wait, I don't wait to wait another minute. I want him to propose, I want to quit my job and go home and fall into bed with him and just not move, ever. Not for food, not to go to the bathroom. I want to be wrapped up in his presence for my lifetime and never let him out of my sight.
This is when I smother. This, this is when I go back to work and look at wedding dresses and daydream about his proposal and wait, wait for the day when he decides to make me his.
I love him beyond words and reason. It's insanity.
So I'm going to throw myself into work this minute so I don't become a fucking headcase.
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