#quintonreed

I have an obsession, I know, I’m aware. I fantasize about conversations id have with you. Listening to a beautiful song as I slow dance with only you in an empty living room. Laying in your arms wrapped up tightly but still comfortable enough to make me never want to let go. To feel your warm, soft, gentle lips on mine; kissing me so slowly and passionately that it makes my heart beat faster and faster. Laying down a blanket in an empty parking lot to watch the stars with you. Going to all my favorite concerts and watching you fall in love with my tastes in music. I want to feel your bare chest on mine. Your hands run across my shoulder. Your voice in my ear. My hands in your hair. I want to see your eyes. I want to hug you as long as possible. I want to see your car pull into my driveway. I want to see your name on my phone. I want to call you in the middle of the night because I can’t sleep, and you probably can’t either. I want to cry on your shoulder when the world is too tough. I want to take you places, and you introduce me to new people and things. I want your family to love me. To be someone you can’t stop talking about. To be someone you think of in every action you do and in everything you see.

I can’t believe how much I want you. Being a behavior analyst I know I’m only in denial, I’m obsessive, and I compare every one I met to your qualities. I guess you just can’t help who you love, even if who you think you love isn’t actually who they are anymore.