Listening to The Cure while you’re feeling all mushy and romantic while your partner isn’t around is torture. I want to plant a million kisses on him and tell him I love him until he begs me to shut up, all while Robert Smith sings to us. I want to dance around like idiots to bad music, I want to make him feel like he’s the most special person to ever exist, I want to cook him a big breakfast while he sleeps and wake him for food and sleepy sex. I want to go out and people watch at a bar with him while we secretly make fun of the patrons, then buy them a drink because we feel so bad. I want to cuddle in bed with the cats while we watch some cheesy 80’s movie. I want to see his his smile and hear his laugh. And it’s not even like I haven’t seen him recently. We’re really only apart for three days max, but it always feels like weeks.
I am so disgustingly in love.