is it normal to miss someone you’ve spent the weekend with after only a couple hours? you’re not sure, but you don’t care anymore.
this bliss is a thousand times more brilliant than the past, old memories fade as the leaves change color. because this time, it isn’t awkward. there isn’t the feeling that it might not be okay. there isn’t any doubt. no worry, none of the old feelings with old boys that made you unhappy.
it’s funny how you can be wearing so many layers and still feel so small, all curled up under a blanket.
and suddenly everything you’ve heard comes true and it feels good and it feels…it feels like a swirling of pink and purple and blue, bouncing off the walls of your soul, becoming butterflies. it feels like your heart is smiling, and the feelings are everpresent. and every movement of a thumb, every little nudge is a lightning bolt of sensation. and you just want to be closer and you didn’t think you’d feel this way but when his hands are on your hips and your arms are around his neck it all just feels right.
and you feel so small curled up against his chest and you close your eyes, who needs to watch a movie anyways? you just want to look at the feelings inside, maybe listen to the songs and lines if you can hear them over his heartbeat. one-and, two-and, three-and.
and it’s the way your fingers intertwine and the way he strokes your thumb and the way your hair can be a mess, your skin makeup free and you still feel beautiful. and it’s his glasses and stroking his hair and when he chin rests on top of your head and how he makes you feel so safe.
and he your chair, your pillow, your blanket, your someone. and the love songs make sense, and you could dance in the clouds if only you could reach.
and it’s funny, because your hands are in his so often it almost feels like they belong to him. and his hands are yours and you are each other’s. and it’s three am but with that look in his eye, you could stay up forever with him. and the smile is involuntary and you want to scream because the swirls of feeling inside you can’t be contained.
and it doesn’t feel natural to be alone.
and you miss him,
after only a couple of hours.
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