You call it suffocation but I call it love.
How sweet would it be to have someone who accepts you for exactly who you are. To have someone see you, perceive you without you having to convince them you are worth seeing.
He saw me at all stages. On the dirty bar floor picking up my chapstick that slipped from my hand, to walking through the park on a Tuesday evening drinking my too sweet iced coffee.
He loves me sticky and he loves me clean without even speaking to me.
I didn't have to tell him I was a bad person, that I cheated on my tests in high school because I couldn't be bothered to study. That I don't call and visit with my parent's often enough. That I see my friends calling my phone but I walk away from it because I'd rather stay in this evening.
He saw me spit my gum in the gutter and all he could think of is what it would taste like in his mouth.
How beautiful is it that with love at first sight he decided that all my wants were his intentions.
We still haven't met though.
