I started thinking of you as soon as I left. I mentally counted down the hours until I’d see you again. I do it every night. Some days, I think I can get through the day without texting you, calling you, or thinking about you. Some days I can.
When I saw you tonight, you smiled at me. You talked softly to me. You whispered in my ear. We joked around, played, and we had a good time. It was light, airy, just being with you, around you, next to you. I feel at home there.
I want to reach up and touch your cheek, or hug you tight. I want to kiss your lips. I want to feel your touch. One day, it may happen.