We sit up, texting back and forth until nearly eleven. The whole time I'm smiling, and part of that time you're asking about my ex-girlfriend. You ask if we kissed (yes), how far did we go (not very), and other questions I answer happily. Are you thinking about this for a reason? Butterflies fill my stomach as I remember earlier today you saying you care about me.
It doesn't matter that I have not even a shot. What matters is that you make me feel like it's okay if I eat. It doesn't matter, when I'm talking to you, smile on my face, that ex's glare hopelessly.
Laying on my bed, I try to trace back to when I first started loving you. There is no beginning that I can find, so it must have started when we met. Smiling, I realize that it makes sense. That's why I bothered you until you gave in and played with me nine years ago. I loved you even then.
From Alex:
Another love story. Can't believe how many I'm writing.
And there's one comment I wanna say something to, even though I told myself I wouldn't. Caffeine and cutting send me to cloud nine. Until I start crashing. Then I'm lower than dirt. It drives me nuts.
Beautiful story. I sometimes wonder if I fall in love with people the first time we meet. I always thought love at first sight was silly and girly...but then I wonder, is it? Or is there something inside two people that draws them together?
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