I should have paid more attention to you. I'm just a stupid slob. And though you look good, I tell you they look good. You got new glasses. So I just now realized that I've told the bunch from the two, many times in the past: between "you look good" and "they look good." What good is it that I will make any difference now by saying: "You look good."  I ****** it all up. I was deviant with you and I was careless when it came to present love. And I was bashful from that. I'm waiting for your answer about how you've been. Waiting on that just makes it sour. I'm waiting on you waking up beside me the next morning, squirming around, stretching out your tiredness, smiling and eyes closed. And me not ever wanting to leave the bed.