BLG—–Boy Loves Girl

          I stood a moment out in my driveway tasting the air’s scent. Feeling it fill my lungs massaging them only to slowly empty out of me. Even though it’s gone I had a feeling that it never really leaves you. The feeling of being caught in something so beautiful…so natural… so right. No effort at all…it’s just there because it is. That it happens for no reason but to happen.

          I pretended that the rain drops that fell upon my face and lips were kisses from her…cool and sweet to the touch. I’m always wanting one kiss more… when I hear her speak I want to hear her say one thing more…she doesn’t talk enough… I’m never tired of her…if I were there would be something wrong with me… I would be a fool to think so.

          She never really leaves me. When we can’t be together in person there a thousand things that let me know she cares… that she exists. A thousand memories of her touch her scent and all the wonderful sounds and faces she makes when she is happy. I remember all of the thoughts on things…bands, music, art…life. These things carry me until I can see her again and say; ” you’re better than I remembered.”

          Some people say that time escapes you when you are happy. It does. But the things you do remember are so vivid. You remember the softness of their fingers and hair…the heat drifting off their chest and neck…the passion behind their kisses…the entanglement of your legs with theirs. Nothing is more precious than being with someone and knowing that you aren’t the only one alive in this world that you aren’t the only one that feels. You find yourself in them… you find that we are all looking…longing not to be alone.

         She is always with me.