i cant be in this room like this ;
alone, i mean.
Because all i could think about is you.
How it’s like to lay here with you. And stare at your eyes. fingers intertwined and in between those actions, play with your curly hair and draw a map on your shoulder or face while you tell me about your dreams and i tell you mine. Or, we could just be there, and do nothing. Just our breathes filling in the space.