Moments II

Those little games we play, like you trying to get the covers away from my grip while I try to anyways despite your hold on my arms and legs. Me rubbing your chin trying to get you to follow me upstairs while you laugh incessantly for no reason at all. The jokes that make you laugh, the moments that make you smile with me doing the same in return. Whispering "Whisper whisper whisper" in my ear and making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. All these little things are what matter to me, please don't let them end.