I glance to my side and see you sleeping, exhausted.
I want to sleep beside you, but I’m afraid that when I wake up, you’ll be gone.
Were those just dreams? Our world, just the two of us, had come to a standstill.
I want to know more about you—from the way you eat to all your little quirks.
Every time we meet, I’ll turn the little pieces of you I’ve gathered into a giant puzzle, and I just want to sit and gaze at it.
And right next to it, let’s build our puzzle together, bit by bit.