(no subject)
Write to me, I want to know what you are thinking.
You want to know what I’m thinking. About what, I could say.
But I’ll tell you.
I think of you, sometimes. I’ve felt this before so almost immediately I try to make myself stop thinking of you. It’s not good, and it won’t last if I don’t want it to. And I don’t want it to, because nothing will last even if the thoughts do. We are apart.
But sometimes I indulge more than others. Say, I think about your eyes or my hands in your hair or you hugging me. Say, it’s awfully physical. But somehow in my mind, it is not. I want you near me, and I desire your mind. I feel that a lot of the physical attraction is a response to an intimate intellectual draw. I like the sweetness in your eyes.
The danger with that, I know this, is that it could just as well be all in my mind.
But all in all I think it’ll pass.
It’ll fade away, like all things past do.
And one day I’ll wonder why I was even attracted to you to begin with.
And I wont know about the small understanding our eyes had when they met.
But I’ll have an understanding with someone else, because I always do. Everyone always does.
And that’s happy and sad at the same time.
Who will you be kissing then?
You want to know what I’m thinking. About what, I could say.
But I’ll tell you.
I think of you, sometimes. I’ve felt this before so almost immediately I try to make myself stop thinking of you. It’s not good, and it won’t last if I don’t want it to. And I don’t want it to, because nothing will last even if the thoughts do. We are apart.
But sometimes I indulge more than others. Say, I think about your eyes or my hands in your hair or you hugging me. Say, it’s awfully physical. But somehow in my mind, it is not. I want you near me, and I desire your mind. I feel that a lot of the physical attraction is a response to an intimate intellectual draw. I like the sweetness in your eyes.
The danger with that, I know this, is that it could just as well be all in my mind.
But all in all I think it’ll pass.
It’ll fade away, like all things past do.
And one day I’ll wonder why I was even attracted to you to begin with.
And I wont know about the small understanding our eyes had when they met.
But I’ll have an understanding with someone else, because I always do. Everyone always does.
And that’s happy and sad at the same time.
Who will you be kissing then?