letter of love.....
Written early today in class
I sit here now in my 2nd hour class, thinking of nothing else but you. I've replayed every moment of Saturday over and over and over in my head. I think about how amazing it felt just to walk through the mall hand 'n hand with you. With all the looks, and glances we got, I can only hope that when they did look our way they saw one thing...I hope they could see the happiness and love that a couple can share regardless of their sexuality. I look at you and I see pure beauty. When you walked out of that door and down those steps to meet me, I seriously was taken back, cell phone in hand getting ready to impatiently call you, when, there you are, all I could do was fumble to put my cell phone away and walk towards you just so that I could feel your lips brush mine once more. Just to even open the car door for you, a common curtisy, was a priveldge. I loved it. Running around to the drivers seat all I could do was smile that stupid grin. I was thrilled as to what was to come within the next 2 hours. Only 2 hours did I have to spend with you, I was determined to make the most of them. As I hopped into the drivers seat and started to pull out, I knew driving with a beautty such as you, by my side, would be one of the most difficult things I'd ever have to do if not the most difficult. I know my driving wasn't the best, but all my nerves just seemed to calm as soon as I took your hand in mine. Twas ironic actaully, just the touch of your hand could calm my nerves, yet send my heart racing. The pure thrill of jsut being with you. Yet again I must attempt the challenge of driving. I was so thankful at every red light. Just for being given one more oppertunity to kiss your hand and see your cute, angelic smile. Finally we make it to the mall and thankfully we were alone. I opened the dorrs for you, walked beside you and took your hand in mine. From then on our hands hardly left each others presence unless forced. The rest of the day was a blurr of kisses, roaming hands, and multiple inturruptions. From the man wheeling the old lay, to the elevator. Yet still there was a passion that engulfed every inch of our existance for that short period of time that we were allouded. I must admit that, even with the intimacy of the day, I loved having u wrapped in my arms on the way home, more than you can comprehend. To have that feeling just one more time.....a month until I get my license....I can't wait.
That was what I wrote today at school, referring to the absolutely amazing day I spent with my girlfriend on Saturday.
can I go back in time to the one trip on the elevator??.....
::Smirks::
I sit here now in my 2nd hour class, thinking of nothing else but you. I've replayed every moment of Saturday over and over and over in my head. I think about how amazing it felt just to walk through the mall hand 'n hand with you. With all the looks, and glances we got, I can only hope that when they did look our way they saw one thing...I hope they could see the happiness and love that a couple can share regardless of their sexuality. I look at you and I see pure beauty. When you walked out of that door and down those steps to meet me, I seriously was taken back, cell phone in hand getting ready to impatiently call you, when, there you are, all I could do was fumble to put my cell phone away and walk towards you just so that I could feel your lips brush mine once more. Just to even open the car door for you, a common curtisy, was a priveldge. I loved it. Running around to the drivers seat all I could do was smile that stupid grin. I was thrilled as to what was to come within the next 2 hours. Only 2 hours did I have to spend with you, I was determined to make the most of them. As I hopped into the drivers seat and started to pull out, I knew driving with a beautty such as you, by my side, would be one of the most difficult things I'd ever have to do if not the most difficult. I know my driving wasn't the best, but all my nerves just seemed to calm as soon as I took your hand in mine. Twas ironic actaully, just the touch of your hand could calm my nerves, yet send my heart racing. The pure thrill of jsut being with you. Yet again I must attempt the challenge of driving. I was so thankful at every red light. Just for being given one more oppertunity to kiss your hand and see your cute, angelic smile. Finally we make it to the mall and thankfully we were alone. I opened the dorrs for you, walked beside you and took your hand in mine. From then on our hands hardly left each others presence unless forced. The rest of the day was a blurr of kisses, roaming hands, and multiple inturruptions. From the man wheeling the old lay, to the elevator. Yet still there was a passion that engulfed every inch of our existance for that short period of time that we were allouded. I must admit that, even with the intimacy of the day, I loved having u wrapped in my arms on the way home, more than you can comprehend. To have that feeling just one more time.....a month until I get my license....I can't wait.
That was what I wrote today at school, referring to the absolutely amazing day I spent with my girlfriend on Saturday.
can I go back in time to the one trip on the elevator??.....
::Smirks::