Not what I’ve pictured exactly, but…
Everything just seems to be lighter right now. Everything just seems to be quieter.
I’m so not used to this feeling, you know honey?, I’ve spent so much time picking the words I intended to say to you for the ultimatum, the ‘make it or break it’ of our decadent, well-planed, almost real relationship.
And for what?
The sketch of me and you together that has been hunting me for the past feel months,has just got to a critical spot. It’s quite impressive the power you have over me, your simple “I’ve missed you”, deflower my sanity and pride without at least giving them the oportunity to scream, but I do scream. In the middle of the night actually, full covered by my own sweat and embarrassed by the fact that you must not be thinking of me half of the way I’m thinking about you.
Sipping shot after shot of the shame of all my past failed relationships mixed with the extasy of all of our goodbyes.
Say you’re not interested, say you’re into some other guy, you can even say you’re still into THAT guy, and kill the starving clumsy hope that is making me feel less and less man as the weeks go by.
Otherwise, just kiss me, and say that we’re going to make it work out even if it lies across your deepest beliefs.
Gosh! and I’ve never even kissed you…
