of all the other shit going on today, why am I thinking about her every other freaking second? whether it’s the moments my concentration breaks for the 400th time, or the few minutes my eyes rest shut out of complete lack of sleep due to the craziness going on and my inability to shut up my mind… I am thinking about her.
the laughter from inside jokes we share, the sensations from the physical touch(es) she has previously gifted me with (very specific and primarily non-sexual gestures..), her smile drifting thru a cloud of grey matter shining strong and true, the way her hair hangs so thick yet sproingly whist partially secluding her beautiful eyes and seductive gaze. she is so beautiful, essentially flawless, in my mind’s eye.
more than anything though, I wonder, am I alone in these dreams…? does she have them as well? as often? as intense..?
my gut and my mind scream “YES, no, no, NO…(foolish boy)” while my heart yields a meek “yes” in place of all the no’s… and flutters at the passing chance… it may be true.
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