Sleepless

I saw that you were up late last night, active on FB sometime after 2… it doesn't never happen, but it's not usual, either. I know why I was awake… lying there, thinking of you. Thinking of all the things I wanted to say while we talked yesterday, but didn't. Couldn't. Wishing we could have stood there chatting forever… the others, losing interest, heading home to leave just the two of us. How sweet it would have been. How sweet it already was, even with them there.

You fulfill needs I wasn't even aware that I had, simply by being there. Being yourself. Paying attention, like you demonstrate over and over again that you're doing. I want you to know that while I know I'm not as good at fitting it into conversations as you are, I see you, too. Hear you. Pay attention to you. I dream of a day when I don't have to wonder what you're up to, because you tell me. Or, even better, because I'm there for it. For you.

Doesn't hurt that you have truly the most astonishing eyes I have ever had the pleasure to gaze into. Or that so often, I find you gazing back.

So, yes. Let's do the front porch thing. I'd love nothing more than to spend time with you, alone, but… I'll take any time with you at all, in any form you care to give me. So… when y'all coming over?