It is an odd thing to me that the memories that play over and over again in my head aren’t those of us in the shower, or those us dancing, skin-tight.
All I ever see is you smiling, laughing, jumping, singing, dancing. Always joyous.
Today I opened my window and I immediately caught a trace your scent. I looked up, and there was the sunset, greeting me, making sure I didn’t forget you.
It scares the shit out of me that I love you this much, and the possibility of this not being love but some sort of obsession makes me quiver with fear.
Do I really love you, or am I just a clingly virgin? Such a cliché…
The funny thing is, you didn’t even take my virginity, you took something with real value… My innocence.
Maybe that’s why I like so much being close to you, because that’s the only way I can make mine all the parts of me you took. At least for a little while.