I toss and turn at night. Not out of discomfort, nor out of sadness. I lay awake thinking of her. I think of the way her tongue sits between her teeth after we kiss. I think of how looking into her eyes is one of easiest things I've ever done. I think of how being around her brings me the same comfort one's own bed does. I think of how our bodies are entangled and traced by the other. I think of her laugh. I think of her smile. I lay awake thinking of a girl who I hope thinks of me as much as I think of her.
djm
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 6:42 AM UTC
I toss and turn at night. Not out of discomfort, nor out of sadness. I lay awake thinking of her. I think of the way her tongue sits between her teeth after we kiss. I think of how looking into her eyes is one of easiest things I've ever done. I think of how being around her brings me the same comfort one's own bed does. I think of how our bodies are entangled and traced by the other. I think of her laugh. I think of her smile. I lay awake thinking of a girl who I hope thinks of me as much as I think of her.
djm
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