you fold your letter like a child folding origami, paying too much attention to the little things that you know I wouldn’t mind slightly imperfect. You take too much paper because you’re afraid to mess up the letter, but you know that I’ll take you, messed up or not, just as you are. No questions asked.
I hate how it’s impossible to keep the A/C on without switching on the car engine, watching the minutes tick by and knowing that my parking fee will probably hurt, but the prospect of not being there for the next 3 weeks will hurt more than the parking fee itself.
I spray my $240 perfume that I don’t ever use for myself, on you. It reminds me how it’s worth every cent I paid; it’s deep, rich, and long lasting. It is everything I want to have with you. You smile a little too wide, and I’m not used to so openly expressing myself in person. I like to hide behind a screen and pour my emotions out but for you I force myself to be upfront, to be direct, to love you as you would want to be loved.
You taste like green tea, blackberry and sandalwood.
Your hands on my hands are my hands, and your scent lingers on me that they lull me into a peaceful slumber.
I don’t deserve this.
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