SHOEGASM! Someone give $122 now, I’ll throw in the shipping
What love does to me
Lets get a bit emo!
First thing I do in when I wake up is to check my phone for his new messages, which are almost always always there as he wakes earlier and sends me a nice wake up.
Next thing I do is describe my dreams. I want to tell him everything. I want him to share in my life. Every fun link I find online I send him, every little thing that annoys me I rant to him, every strange thing I do, every moment of ecstatic happiness or fear or sadness, I tell him. Every important thing, every trivial thing, he pops into my mind to tell. And he always makes me feel like every little tit bit of my day is important to him to.
I ask him how he is, how he slept, how is work, what’s for lunch, how was the gym, what ya doin, what ya thinking. I want to make sure he is well, he is taking care of himself, he is happy. And if his day is not going well, I will do anything I can from a distance to make it just a little better.
I smile when I see a new text from his name. I see a notification on a tab and I hope its from him. My heart gives a flutter when I remember times we had, or think about times we will have.
I’m unsure about a lot in my life, including myself. But I am not unsure about him. He is my constant.
When I try to fall asleep, I imagine us cuddling. He is so warm and comfy, I feel so safe and loved in his arms.
