I have such a crazy feeling for this boy.
I imagine us in the kitchen, with his body pressed against mine. I can feel it, sitting here in my bed, almost as if it's actually happening. The feeling makes me excited.
I imagine turning around, and looking up at him. He looks as attractive as always.
My perfect boy.
I kiss him, standing on my tip-toes, pressing my body against his. We kiss, slowly, and I can feel his lips pressed against mine, warm and delicate.
I miss that.
I want to cuddle up with him on the couch, with his arm around me, and my head on his chest. I can hear his heartbeat, and feel his breathing. I want to fall asleep with him, and have him squeeze me into a hug, as he's asleep.
I miss that.
I want to sit on his lap, and kiss him, slowly, feeling his lips against mine, feeling those butterflies I haven't felt in so long.
I want to lean into him, and watch him. To see what he does, all his little facial expressions, everything that makes my heart warm.
I.
Miss.
That.
I don't think I'll see him this week. It doesn't seem likely.
I doubt I'll see him next week, if this trend keeps up.
For now, I'm left with my imagination. I'm left with my dreams, that are driving me nuts.
I wish I had the real thing. I wish I could actually feel our bodies pressed together.
Don't I deserve that?
