This Title is a Mystery I'm Still Waiting To Solve
I can’t help but stare. What’s more exciting is that you never look away. I can’t look away, and you must not be able to either. It’s a trance, I think. I want to know you and asking you questions just isn’t enough.
I like the way you smell like something real. I like the scars on your arms. I like that you let me trace them with my fingers. I like that you remember the street you took a tumble on. I like how smooth your arms are, and how large your hands are. I like the way they grab me.
I like that you’re tired, but here with me anyway.
I like the way you make me smile, and I like the way it makes you smile. I like that we are always almost just about to laugh at something...If only we knew what the joke was, we could finally let it go and laugh. Maybe you make me feel the way I feel just before a burst of laughter. Like you tickle me with your glance. That’s a happy feeling. I like it.
I like that you say what you feel, and I like that you say it looking directly at me. I like that I know you were happy the moment you first saw me because you told me so yourself. I like that I know you think i’m pretty because you told me so yourself. I wish I could be as articulate. I wish I could say how I felt about you; I want you to know how I feel about you because I say so, but you make me nervous. Maybe I will be able to soon.
You told me a story about a long, long, long journey to the ocean. You traveled so, so, so far only to get to the beach without a swim.
Did you know that sea otters fall asleep holding hands?
It’s so they don’t float away from each other.
We’re not sea otters.
We’re just humans.
Would you like to go for a swim?