“Good night,”
“Sleep tight,”
“I hope you dream of me, cause I dream of you, day and night,”
I said to her when I dropped her off home from our date. She smiled. That smile, always without fail, would bring my heart to ease. Every time I would come to pick her up with anxiety in my gut, it would all wash away the moment I see her face. Her small nose, wrinkling delicately from her smile. It was the sweetest smile that I have ever seen.
I held her in my arms. Our faces, only inches from each others. But that’s where it always stopped. I don’t really mind. As long as I could hold her in my arms I would already be satisfied. As long as I knew she was mine I would be satisfied.
The smell of her hair. The fading scent of her shampoo. If it were a drug I wouldn’t mind becoming addicted to it. Maybe I already was addicted to it.
In the car. I would look at her occasionally. When the red light turns on, when the road is empty, every chance I get, I would look at her beautiful face and I would think to myself that this would last forever, that this was where I wanted to be.814Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy6YhZBZy2c
