Love

It's past midnight. You just hung up the phone. I am sitting on my bed, grinning in the dark, replaying in my mind the things we spoke about. I fell half in love with the words you said and my mind was filled images of you, imagining how you would look saying them. The slight tilt of the head, those hands touching your chin, you doing those billion things, without even realizing you do them. I cou

ld just listen to you all night long. Probably a little more too. Nothing is more beautiful that listening to you talk about whiskey or painting. Sometimes I think we are bad for each other, but then you continue to love me and take my breath away. It seems so incredible that all this happened with so little effort from our part as though it was waiting to come true. Looks the Universe was watching and conspiring.
Love,
Me.