Your hands are cold… Can I hold them? Can I do this for you? Will you let me touch your fingers and play with your rings? Can I do that? Am I allowed? Can I hug you tightly and whisper how much I love you in your ears? Can I hold you while you’re by my side? Can I touch your waist? Can I hold you by your shoulders? Will you let me kiss your frozen cheeks? Your flustered, cold cheeks? Can I taste the chocolate on your lips? Can I play with your blonde hair?
I like your hands. I like the way they fit just right in mine. I love your body and the way it sits over mine. I like it when the only things keeping us from being one are…our sweaters. I like it when you’re being silly and stumbling upon your feet…or words. I like it when you’re shy. I like kissing your adorable, rosy face. I love tasting the nicotine from your mouth. It might be bad, but I do. I love you.
And now I’m thinking of how we spent so much time apart…how we forgot about each other for a little while. This might not be what you expected at first. It’s for sure not what I would’ve thought we would end up as. But I like it this way. I like you. Could I hold you for a little longer, before I have to go?
Deathless Mortality 