Jessykes

End?

We’re never tired, talking about the same topic over and over again. Seeing each other as if there’s no tomorrow. As if, the next day we wake up, we won’t be able to see each other again, permanently.
What I like about you? I’m not sure, more like I don’t know. You’re lips is not even my type, and your body is not that kind of Calvin Klein male model. But I just like you.. I like it when you’re smiling, I like watching you smiling like that. You’re like a little kid.. And I like you that way.. And no I don’t really like kids, unless they’re super cute.
You’re an exception, the whole thing about you.. I like it when you’re smiling while talking and looking at me at the same time. I like your sensitivity, like seriously liking it, very very cute and every time you’re being sensitive.. I just want to hold you and pull your t-shirt so that I can kiss you. I like it when you whisper ‘oh god’ every time we kissed. Somehow that’s really very super funny and cute in a way.
I like the way you read through my minds, experiences? Perhaps. But I find that sexy in a way. I like your beard. SUPER. And I like kissing your chicks.. And lips.. And neck..
‘You think we can end this?’ That’s your favorite question. And yes I’m sure we can. Besides its a must. There’s no exception for that.
Funny how this ‘thing’ between us keeps on going. It’s the long lost lovers, the pauses that makes this even feels more addictive.
Maybe one day, we wake up and realize that this is all just a dream. Like any other dream, and it all will remain still as a memory, just as a normal dream, only with the sweetest twist. A dream that may get back to us one day, a dream that’s too sweet to be ended.