I want him to come up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist, to catch me off guard and whisper... "I Love You"

I can sit here with you forever. I don’t have to touch you. I don’t have to hear your voice. I don’t even have to look at you. As long as I know that you’re here beside me. If I can smell your scent that I’ve grown to adore more than that of roses, hear you breathe, feel your warmth permeating the air around me, I’ll be fine.