somebody once said,
“never say something in 3 words,
if you can say it in 47.”
so here it goes.
i love the way your nose crinkles when you smile.
but god damn, do i loathe that smile with a cigarette dangling from your lips.
and i’m infatuated with the way you used to stare at me.
your hands anywhere on my body got my attention.
and our fingers intertwined made my heart race.
your kisses were softer than a butterfly’s.
confidence radiated off you like the sun
& shit, did i envy that.
the ring of your voice in my head when you called me babe,
still echoes off the walls of my head.
i’ll never forget the night that the world was spinning.
& neither of us could stand up straight.
you took my face in your strong, caring hands.
kissed my forehead.
and slurred i love you, too.
i think this is more than 47 words.
but you kept me awake again last night.
so i’ll shorten it back up to 3.
i love you.
don’t fucking leave.