Evening

And all I can think about is how lovely you are, as i'm staring at you holding my hand.  How everything feels weirdly perfect, and how I wish I could make you feel confident and lovely like I do at this moment.  And when you're so close I can't think, and I all I can see is the you-ness in your eyes. 
And now it's raining and all I want is a blanket and tea, and maybe you beside me.  I'm ever so tired, darling.