Status: Christmas Break is coming up. I'll be able to write more, then. ^.^ Finals and presentations and projects....Gah!! I haven't given up on this, though, promise! I have somewhat of an ending written...And I love it!
Weeds
December 1st
I find myself looking at Taylor more and more at odd moments, just thinking of what could be. Not with him, exactly, but with anyone.
I look at him and picture a real-life person looking back, a real smile on their face, reaching out to take me in their embrace. Squeezing gently, holding me together.
When my little brother slugs me playfully or jumps on me from behind, my mind often carries that feeling of being touched for a long time after. Imagining that semi-painful punch morphing into something softer, coming from someone else. Someone who cares.
When Taylor caught my arm the other day to keep me from walking out with him, my belly jumped crazily, my very bones trembled madly. Not because of him, but because of his hand. Not because of his voice, but because of his breath, which could’ve been anyone’s.
I feel like a hopeless sap. A romantic. But I can’t stop what I feel.
I just want to be held. I want to feel gentle hands circling my waist, a soft, warm body pressed against my back.
Just hold me.
I look at him and picture a real-life person looking back, a real smile on their face, reaching out to take me in their embrace. Squeezing gently, holding me together.
When my little brother slugs me playfully or jumps on me from behind, my mind often carries that feeling of being touched for a long time after. Imagining that semi-painful punch morphing into something softer, coming from someone else. Someone who cares.
When Taylor caught my arm the other day to keep me from walking out with him, my belly jumped crazily, my very bones trembled madly. Not because of him, but because of his hand. Not because of his voice, but because of his breath, which could’ve been anyone’s.
I feel like a hopeless sap. A romantic. But I can’t stop what I feel.
I just want to be held. I want to feel gentle hands circling my waist, a soft, warm body pressed against my back.
Just hold me.