Man. My feet are cold. But it feels good. In a refreshing kinda way. I dunno. Maybe I'm just stoned!
I miss relationships...like not just the sex part ether. Like I miss the public canoddling and shit. And the hand holding. I really miss that. Like late at night. He reaches over and gently holds your hand.
My "uncle" died in his sleep with his hand out. My aunt went to hold his hand and realized that he was gone. How fucking romantic is that! I fucking miss him. Shit! Now I'm getting all teary eyed! Fuck!
Well I'm pretty cold now. So ima send this, go inside, hang up my coat, sit down next to you; and you will maybe start reading this. But maybe not. You don't have to read it. I'm just kinda babbling. It's really not important, I just thought I would tell you :D
But here's what I'm not saying. I'm in love with you. I have been for sometime! You do these things that make me remember. Like now. You scuttled back to bed. I scooched closer, practically spooning. And then you pulled the covers over me. Or sometimes you'll get a joke no one understands. Or you will tell me something that reminded you of me.
You see me as your child. I get that I do. But I can't help my feelings. I won't ask if you feel the same way. I don't want to know.
I think when we move in together we should get a really big bed. Like ridiculous sized bed! And share it! Cuz I like sharing a bed with you!
I think that maybe someday I will figure out what I want from my life and the world. I hope I do when I'm with you. So that you can tell me your so happy. And that you love me too! :D
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