You can't spell 'lover'

One week, two weeks,
three days, five?
I'll lose track after tomorrow.

Every place I go, it's reminicent of you,
and I must blantantly admit, I'm afraid.

Afraid like a young girl waiting at the window for her father to come home;
her face pressed tight against the glass.
When she never had a father to start with.

I jump under the covers with you and let my body be still as the sheet falls lightly and conforms around our features.
"Come on a road trip with me," I whisper into the dark.
Silence for a few moments.
"A road trip to where?" you inquire uncertainly.

"A road trip to forever."

I almost flinch as you reach out to caress my cheek, before pulling me close against you.
You breath in slowly, surely, and finally:
"Now, tell me why."

I bury my face into your chest, and blink away burning tears.
I don't know why...I only know that I need you.