Drenched in Vanilla Twilight

I sit in my front porch all night. Waist-deep in thought when I think of you I don’t feel so alone.

I don’t feel so alone. Time to time I would recall, the freshest of the memories I could think of. I suck at distance, I’m learning to fuck it. To be really honest. I really miss you. The way you our hands fit perfectly when held. The way you would seek comfort on my shoulders. The way you would threaten me. If time and distance permits, I wish to be with you again. I would like to see that crooked smile, that angelic face, and feel the butterflies in my stomach that trembles whenever I’m beside you.

I lie on my bed, frustrated, I can’t seem to remember the last time I felt this way. Uneasy, trembling, crumbling, because of the fear of losing you. Each time I lie on my bed, I think of what If’s.

But I trust you, I trust in what we have.

I love you.