4.6.09

kisses

I don’t think I can look in his face and say the thing I want to say, this thing I need to say. I mumble it into his neck.

Last night. . . I was thinking. . . .”
“What were you thinking?” He brushes the hair out of my face and kisses me somewhere around the eyebrow.
“I was thinking I don’t really want to kiss anybody else.”
“I don’t think I do either.”


~beatrix


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3 comments:

Libërty said...

and so now you have a boyfriend.
how.
sweet.
:)

harper & beatrix said...

now liberty, if it were just so simple. . . .

~b

Logan Lo said...

What's next? I'm waiting...

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