He showed me magic does work (I guess).
I hadnโt dreamed in 11 years and yet he very easily made me do so by simply declaring that I would.
In my head i said โitโll most likely die with the nightโ, I was completely wrong and now my mind is hardly on anything or anyone else. And itโs steady making me crazy because Iโm not sure if itโs all going to work out or if I wonโt fuck up because thatโs what I seem to do best.
Then he appeared under the yellow umbrella and I swear there was an angelic chorus, and he was as much and even more of a monumental snack in person as he was in the abstract and my mind was fucking blownnnnnnnnnnnn, and his voice and itโs little inadvertent cracks sent tremors through my body, and he asked before he kissed me which made my heart stop for about 15 seconds only to resume faster than ever. And I wanted to put him in my purse and never let him out.
The image of him with his hands in his pockets will never ever escape my thoughts and his breath on my ear was bliss.
The things he did to me with his tongue, teeth and fingers Iโll never forget as theyโve been emblazoned on my brain. And his voice, oh God his voice.
Showering without him makes me feel incomplete now and Iโm glad I used his toothbrush because in a way he has taken bits of me along with him.
His voice is like an imperfect yet soulfully beautiful song, and heโs strong and manly and so so so so in charge, Iโd like to have his confidence for just half an hour and Iโve been sniffing his melon yellow sweater(that Iโve named) like a fool just so I donโt forget the smell of him and now everything reminds me of him.
And Iโm very worried that he doesnโt know anything thatโs going on in my head because I never portray adequate emotion (another fatal flaw).
He is basically the only occupant of my mind as we speak and Iโm glad I lost my non-existent virginity to him. Can you fall in love with a personโs voice?
Because I have
