Wanna Ask Something?.
I grabbed your face, by both of your cheeks, with my hands and pushed you against the couch. I stared deeply and directly right into your eyes, and kissed you. Repeatedly kissing you, not repetition, with more affection.
Thank you. Thank you for watching out for me today. I felt black when you first arrived. As the day went on before Shrek, you noticed I was dull and dark, and you helped to pull me brighter. While time continues to pass and Shrek has yet to come, you slowly put your head on my shoulder and I took my first restful *sigh* sigh after being late to work by an hour and having your manager text you asking, “Where r u”. Once we’ve missed Shrek and Harry Potter starts to play, you looked cute when you stared at my neck, turned your head about 30 degrees to the right, and went straight into the opening of the my neck; however, what happened when we missed Shrek?
I wonder if I mean anything to you.
Better yet, if I mean something special to you at all.
Deep down inside, every bit of waiting, every moment of speaking, every chance of acknowledgement from you, any sign of communication between us, deep down inside, within me….
I want to explode every single emotion onto you and tell you how much I love you.
Every night before I go to bed, my phone is turned on to Ring in case something goes wrong, or you have a couple beers and decide to call.
Just to make sure I answer.