You left your shirt here the other night. It still smells like you and I don't want to take it off. I probably won't tell you that you forgot it. I'll just continue to wash and wear it. I'll be sad when that coconut smell wears off though.
You stayed the night again. I never could fall asleep on someones chest, but not only did I fall asleep on yours, I stayed there all night. When I woke up the next morning, I just snuggled closer. Still half asleep you wrapped your arm tighter around me and gave me a little kiss on my forehead. I can't imagine anything more blissful.
When we worked together that night, I went outside and sat down on the concrete. I don't like being cooped up in that store for so long. And it gets almost stifling with you teasing and talking to me. I just want to touch you constantly, and it's hard to resist. We were talking about the story you told me last week and how much it was messing with my thought process. I turned my back on you cause you were acting weird and you came up behind me, wrapped your arms around me, and pretended to eat my face and neck. And then planted kisses everywhere you had play-bitten.
After Frank left that night, you just randomly turned to me and said "You make me a happier person. I'm just a lot happier when you're around." Whenever I'm grumpy about a customer, you sit there and pester me until I smile, and it's adorable. When we left that night, you stopped me and gave me a couple of kisses before we had to go home.
And today when I was all moody you tried so hard to make me smile. I wasn't feeling it today, too many hormones at play this time. But I appreciate the effort nonetheless. I apologized later for my grumpiness.
Why does it feel like home whenever you hold me in your arms? My mind has been projecting you into my happy place. I can't love you. You leave in 4 months. But my 3 closest friends seem to think that I definitely love you. If I am, do you reciprocate?
Check yes or no.
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