Lately
It seems
Every night before bed
Ive been thinking about you.
Thinking about reminding myself to make plans with you.
Reminding myself what its like when im around you.
The you im talking about has changed.
A different being
"You" is unnamed.
"You" is mysterious.
You are mysterious.
And maybe im just romanticizing the fact that i know youve read at least 2 books
What can i say
Reading is sexy
I find myself wanting to tell you things
Like my day
And what makes me annoyed
And wondering what your day was like and what you did or overheard
And wondering if you would care that all my roomates cats scratched the fuck out of me
And if you would feel bad for my soft little hands that were all cut up with cat scratches
And at night
I wonder if you would kiss the cuts. And maybe place your hands back around my face
Like how you cradled it at the party a little while ago.
And this will probably never work out.
Because of a couple things
My brain and your rules
And I'm okay with that
I care about you enough to want you in my life till were old
Hopefully
And I dont want to crash and burn that idea of rocking chair deaths
Thank you for your card.
Thats all I have to say.
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