Because, sometimes, I love you a little bit when you're awake and can make me pancakes. I love you when you volunteer to wash the dishes and when you put the garbage out in the morning.
I love you when you pay for my stuff and when you tell me we're travelling. My heart flutters slightly when you pull me harshly into a tight hug and when you plant kisses on the hollow part of my back.
I love you when you're awake, but not beyond enough.
And then the night falls and you start snoring softly beside me with your warm breath on the side of my neck. I lie awake and I wonder what you're dreaming about. Your dreams are my dreams now. I trace the contours of your face in the dark and I think, "How useless you are to me right now. Unmoving. Undisturbed. Just lying helplessly in my arms."
But I kiss you, and that's when I want to the most. Because when you're asleep, that's when I love you more.
