52hearts:

Sometimes I’d just like someone I could share breakfast with—not sheets, not skin, not lips (although I wouldn’t deny any of these things under the influence of some ignited chemistry)—unless it involves talking or even just the comfort of not talking and reading the funnies to each other and the enjoyment of the idea that this is someone I could spend all my breakfasts with, every single day, every time I roll out of bed reluctantly—the fact that this person could be my sun when I’m still weary from the darkness of the night, the little pick-me-up to get me going. Especially because it’s the most important meal of the day, and in my eyes, everyone has to have someone just as important while just as sweet as french toast, just as complementary as a side of bacon, and just as necessary as a cup of coffee when the last thing you want to do is get up—but you do, because with someone like that, there would always be a good reason to get up in the morning.