Oct 2014
Dear
My dear friend.
It's hard not to think of you all the time when you're constantly blessing my ears with your laughter, and my heart with your warmth. I daydream of you often, waiting for the day our mouths will meet, until then, I'll just breathe next to you. Inhaling your smell, feeling you as you feel me breathe. I'll tense up when your knee grazes mine, and over think if it's meant to be there because you never moved it. I'll get through my weeks by knowing there is someone out there whose hands can remove all the stress that piled on during those hectic seven days, whose words can temporarily remove me from them as if he worked the miracle of time travel. Your presence turns my stomach in knots as I can smell you before I see you. "You smell nice." "Thank you mama."
My dear friend.
It's hard not to think of you all the time when you're constantly blessing my ears with your laughter, and my heart with your warmth. I daydream of you often, waiting for the day our mouths will meet, until then, I'll just breathe next to you. Inhaling your smell, feeling you as you feel me breathe. I'll tense up when your knee grazes mine, and over think if it's meant to be there because you never moved it. I'll get through my weeks by knowing there is someone out there whose hands can remove all the stress that piled on during those hectic seven days, whose words can temporarily remove me from them as if he worked the miracle of time travel. Your presence turns my stomach in knots as I can smell you before I see you. "You smell nice." "Thank you mama."
