I want that sickeningly sweet type of touchy love. I want to love like we’re always holding hands, like, put our arms around each other. Love like I can’t be in the same room as you without touching you. I don’t care how long it’s been, 2 months, a year, 10 years, or even more. I don’t want it to wear out. Love shouldn’t wear out to quick kisses before work. Holding hands should never grow old. I want to grow old with love. With my love.