Weird Ways


When was the last time I read a book in your arms and had a cup of coffee in the same blanket? I don’t remember it. I can’t think of anything other than your skin sliding on me and giving me sensations of how love feels like when it is touched. I am practically weak but emotionally weaker. I miss our incomplete drinks with your lipmark on it and how I travel back home with my handkerchiefs used by you. Every nail of yours left the fragrance I can experience only with you. That is your fragrance and nobody else’s.  The dark of nights close in the same room and we make fights instead of love and dawn shows up with your hair tangled in my fingers, our eyes swollen out of sleep and voices low. I can hear you saying, “I love you” which replaces your “Good morning” wishes in a very very pleasant way. The ample amount of life force that comes along with you moves me miles to have each glance of you. It is a very weird way of loving I know but I do. More than anyone has done this to you. 😊

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