These are my letters to the people I love and care for, the people who I think of, the people who have an impact on my life. Letters of my thoughts to you. Letters of the things I wish I have said. Letters of the things that I wish I could say.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Breakfast
I don't ask for much. I don't ask you to do many things for me but when I do ask, it'd be nice if you did it right then and there. Or if you say that you'll do it after one thing then you'll actually do it and not forget about it. I make you food all the time and I do put some effort into it. I wish that you would do the same. The food doesn't have to be perfect. It's the thought that counts. The fact that you made food for me is enough. I wish you would understand that.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Words Don't Need To Be Said
I know that you just got off of work. I know that you are probably tired and still excited from the catch that you got tonight. However, I do not share your excitement. I could care less about the fact that you got some girl's number. Your hyper activeness is not welcome near me right now. You actually live here while I am just a long time guest. You still don't understand how similar he and I are. Talking isn't necessary while watching tv. Talking isn't necessary when my favorite channel is on. I don't need your fucking commentary on everything. I just want to hear the tv.
Kisses
You surprised me tonight and with that I am satisfied. Words just can't describe how I feel. I love your kisses rare as they are. I love the feel of your lips against mine.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Two Things I Want To Tell You
I want that touch of when we're not doing anything special, just cuddling on the couch. You'd play with my hair and run your fingers through it. You'd start at the roots and go down to the tips. You'd brush stray hairs away from my face and maybe even caress my cheek. You've done this before, I remember. I remember the touch; I remember feeling; I remember the chill that I would get.
I want the kisses that you used to give when you were courting me. You'd find a way to hover over me whenever I would be sitting down. You'd lean in real close and whisper, "What are you doing?" Your lips would brush against my cheek, making promises of the eventual kiss that will be bestowed upon it. We'd converse in whispers and at some point you'd lightly press a kiss on my neck or on my cheek. I'd briefly close my eyes and just bask in the feeling.
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