Times like today I guess

Sometimes I just get jealous.
I want her so badly.
But my affection is too palpable.
It's like a blanket that you can only have on so long before you start to sweat.
I need to figure out how to control myself.
I need to figure out how to move with life.
I need to stick with what comes,
follow what goes,
and strike when there is no contact.

I just want to call her mine,
and for her to call me hers.
I want to know that when she goes home,
she'll be coming home to me.
Where we can talk while we fall asleep.
Where we can have dinner together.
Where we can talk about the little intricate details of our days and how we felt about it.
Where we can just be us.
Us.
US.