Saturday, September 8, 2012
Like This:
I want to keep it like this: I sit next to you at the bar, my hand with a mind of its own, traces lightly around the sleeve of your shirt. I'm looking at you even when I don't know that I am. It's become something of a talent of mine: to see you and to not think too much about it, but at the same time I think so much about you. I like the looks I give you as I drink my shake and I like how you justify your silliness in the most ridiculous manner. I like your pride and I like that your hand finds the smoothest parts of my body and warmly glides over them. I like the way you talk about babies and how I'm your different kind of baby. Yours. I like that you want to be involved with the people in my life even when I don't make them readily available to you. I like how you make conversation with strangers and act interested in things that aren't interesting. Actually, I don't think you're acting, I think you actually are interested.
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