Last Meeting
I am so in love with you, I can’t tell you enough. I have seen ways you have been and how you sheepishly smile and do things you don’t do for anyone.
I am so in love with you, I can’t tell you enough. I have seen ways you have been and how you sheepishly smile and do things you don’t do for anyone.
You are driving peacefully, your eyes on the road, I ask you something and you look at me, I can’t read your eyes, Those lovely eyes. I want to keep looking at you, but I can’t. I feel shy, and I look away. Your pretty face, I want to hold your face in my hands and kiss it all over.
To be in love, to be constant, to be someone’s speed dial, to be someone’s fingerprint sensor on their phone, to be their heart, to be their comfort, to be someone’s first thought, to be someone’s last phone call, to be the most important part of their day. Someone to laugh with, someone to cry with, someone to share your day with, someone to grab those midnight dessert cravings with.
My eyes don’t leave her perfect bikini body and her wet hair sticking to her naked back. She walks out of the ocean dewy and holding her surfboard. Sand sticking to her feet and each eyes looking her way.