The Boy At The Coffee Shop III

Losing Me

I loved that every time I turned to look at you, you were already looking at me and seemed to be in a daze. I could tell how afraid you were of losing me. I felt it every time you gazed at me when I was doing something or talking to someone. It was almost as if you never wanted to forget the way I looked, in case we separated again.

I made sure to let you know that I would never leave you. I randomly held your hand. I gave you kisses when you'd least expect them. Whenever I told you how much I love you, I would prove it with the way I looked and touched you.