"I'm here," I type to you in a Facebook message as I'm walking up your street. My legs can't move as fast as I want them to. I've missed you so much. The seconds it takes for you to come to your door feel like hours and when I hear the doorknob twist, my stomach fills with butterflies, no - monsters. Monsters doing extreme acrobatics; flipping, tumbling, spinning. My mind becomes overworked with things I want to say to you but all that comes out is "hey." I follow you down the stairs and into your door and plant myself on the couch, anticipating welcome kisses from KL. We sit. We stare. We talk about the week passed. We stare some more and as you inch closer and closer, my heart beats harder and faster. You kiss me once and I'm home. You are home. Nothing else matters.
The night goes on and we can hardly pay attention to what's playing on the TV. We sit and we lay and we talk about everything, staring so intently at one another as if no one else in the world matters until the early hours of the morning.
I force myself to keep my eyelids wide until you decide it's time to pass out. We crawl into bed and it's as if a magnetic force snaps us together like it did the night we met. I'm not sure holding you as tight as humanly possible helps me sleep but it sure does keep me warm and not temperature-wise either. The warmth that you can only feel when you're with someone you really care about. The warmth that you can feel beneath your skin, in your bones, and in every pulse of your beating heart. With every passing minute, the red numbers on your bedside clock taunt me. Every passing minute is a 60 seconds closer to me having to leave.
Leaving you is the hardest part of my week. I say it a lot, I know, but it's because it's true. We fight to stay awake for as long as we can until our minds just shut down and we doze off in each other's arms. We wake up just the same, and I reach for your hand. I never want to let go. You have to work, I have to catch a bus. It's the same every week but it's worth it - you're worth it.
You're worth every lonely second, every mile, every single day in between our time together. You are what I look forward to at the end of each and every week. You are the thought that puts me to sleep at night - one day closer, one day closer.
Seeing you is the best part of my week.
The night goes on and we can hardly pay attention to what's playing on the TV. We sit and we lay and we talk about everything, staring so intently at one another as if no one else in the world matters until the early hours of the morning.
I force myself to keep my eyelids wide until you decide it's time to pass out. We crawl into bed and it's as if a magnetic force snaps us together like it did the night we met. I'm not sure holding you as tight as humanly possible helps me sleep but it sure does keep me warm and not temperature-wise either. The warmth that you can only feel when you're with someone you really care about. The warmth that you can feel beneath your skin, in your bones, and in every pulse of your beating heart. With every passing minute, the red numbers on your bedside clock taunt me. Every passing minute is a 60 seconds closer to me having to leave.
Leaving you is the hardest part of my week. I say it a lot, I know, but it's because it's true. We fight to stay awake for as long as we can until our minds just shut down and we doze off in each other's arms. We wake up just the same, and I reach for your hand. I never want to let go. You have to work, I have to catch a bus. It's the same every week but it's worth it - you're worth it.
You're worth every lonely second, every mile, every single day in between our time together. You are what I look forward to at the end of each and every week. You are the thought that puts me to sleep at night - one day closer, one day closer.
Seeing you is the best part of my week.
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