"5 years" I said to him while laughing so hard my stomach was starting to hurt.
He looked at me and smiled, his eyes sparkling from the sun rays hitting them just right.
"Baby, I can't promise you that."
"Fine." I was acting upset but I still couldn't control the smile on my face. "I'm not kissing you until you at least agree to 3 years."
He busted out laughing, his shoulders squinting up as the laughter shook through his whole body.
"Okay. We'll see how long that lasts."
I took a deep breath, knowing damn well that I wouldn't be able to resist his lips for too long.
I was addicted.
To his lips and tongue.
I was addicted to his body that fit perfectly in every curve of mine.
I was addicted to his hands, as they laid gripping my waist, his thumb making circular motions underneath my shirt, electrifying my body.
I couldn't control my feelings for him, how my heart came to life whenever he was around.
You know how people say that there is someone in this crazy messed up world that is made completely for you?
He's that for me.
He's my person.
YOU ARE READING
The Diary of Her
Poetry"I let her go because I knew she could do better. And now she's gone. I wonder if I should've just been better."
