You caught my eye right away, the very first time I met you. I don\’t know why or what it was about you, but something drew me in. That same thing continues to do so. I\’ve been thinking about you a great deal. All the general cliches, like the way your eyes light up, how you hide your smile by bowing your head down and putting your hand over your mouth. How you\’re quiet, stumbling over your words as you try to find ones to say to me that don\’t sound as ridiculously infatuated as this writing.
I\’ve been thinking about how it would feel to have your lips against my neck, your breath on my shoulders, your face against mine. Your hands on me: in my hair, on my face, holding me against you. My fingers in your beautiful hair.
Lying against each other, on fresh cotton sheets, windows open and the morning breeze blowing in on us as we fall asleep after talking all night.