about a boy

"I was never a morning person until I woke up to your tired eyes and lazy smile. I always woke up before you. Your hands always on me and your body warm against me. In that moment, when I looked at you every morning, I fell in love all over again. I remembered how lucky I am to be the one you start your day with. My eyes begin to close again as I drift off back to sleep but I'm okay with it because I know when I wake up again, I'll be greeted with your tired eyes, lazy smile and soft kisses." m.e.

"You told me it was no strings attached but somehow I became tangled." m.e.

"This morning I watched the sunrise. It was beautiful but all I could think about was how much I'd rather watch you wake up every morning." m.e.

"We were laying wrapped up in each other, sharing the comfortable silence and laughs about nothing when you kissed me and said "remember this moment." That's when I knew you loved me." m.e.

"I looked at his lips and I wanted to love them the way I loved yours. I wanted to love his back but your scars weren't there. I looked into his eyes and saw the prettiest blue, but all I longed to see was the brown I fell in love with" m.e.

"Every time I open my mouth the words "I love you" want to fall out." m.e.

"And my lips have to be somewhere on you at all times" m.e.

"The way you kiss me has quickly become one of my favorite things and I can't get enough." m.e.

"I looked down at my book and smiled and when I looked back up at you, you were already staring. "I could watch you forever," You whispered. m.e.

"I sleep a lot because at least in my dreams I still have you." m.e.

"I always hated coffee. You always hated vodka. A week after you left I started drinking coffee so I could taste your morning kisses. You started drinking vodka so you could forget my smile." m.e.

"Sunday mornings always bring nostalgia. Nostalgic over eggs in bed. Nostalgic over the marks your lips would leave down my body. Nostalgic over the way you snored but would never admit to it. Nostalgic over you." m.e.

"You fucked up and I said I'm sorry." m.e.

"You went to church. You wore a cross around your neck. The words you whispered in my ear weren't very biblical, but your hands on my body felt like heaven." m.e.

I keep telling myself that we met at the wrong time. I keep going over this scenario in my head that ten years from now we'll run into each other in the grocery store. We'll both be buying those birthday cake Oreos that only we love. We'll laugh over the fact that absolutely nothing has changed. It'll be the right time for us, not now." m.e.

"The way you say my name somehow sounds like "I love you." You're the only person I know that can do that." m.e.