I really just want to hold your hand. All the time. I’m going to be obsessed with touching you. So get used to it. Running my fingers through the waistband of your underwear. Lightly drawing circles on your shoulders and forearms. Kissing your hip bones, and your neck. I’m going to kiss your neck all the time. Some times sweet, sometimes I’m going to flick my tongue all over it because it’ll turn me on just as much as it will turn you on. I’m going to bite your lip and suck on your tongue. And laugh when we stop kissing. I’ll run my fingers through your hair while you’re driving, and squeeze your thigh beneath the dinner table. I’ll text you till the second I fall asleep and the moment I wake up. I will share movie clips, book quotes, and pieces of art that make me think of you, so you know I’m reminded of you everywhere I turn. I will stare at you. Don’t feel uncomfortable. I’m just trying to contain every last angle of you in my memory. I will trace the profile of your face with my index finger. I will give you butterfly kisses. And count your eyelashes when you sleep.
And I will love you, with a love that is more than love.
So remind me again why I’m single…………
Escapes from Apathy 