Thinking about you

As I lie in my bed late at night, replying to some girl who said I love you way too early, I can't help but think about you. Think about the day we met, how late we stayed up not talking to anyone else even if it wasn't our party. How we fell asleep on that couch, your breath against my neck as you slept so softly. How you told me you loved me before we slept. How you clung to me when the lights went out and you couldn't see anything except for the things closest to you.

Spring rolls around, and I smell the freshly grown flowers. I feel the cool air brush against my skin, my hair falling over my shoulder. I wear the jeans you said you liked, along with the T-shirt that you had for months. It still smells like you. No matter how many times I ran it through the washer, your perfume sticks to it, and I smell it as I walk down the road. I think about how much you had loved the perfume when you smelled it. How you shoved it into my hands with excitement, and the pure joy on your face when I said it smelled good. That $40 perfume.

I listen to my playlist, cleaning and humming. The song I said was dedicated to you comes on. Don't Give up on Me. I think about your face when you listened to it for the first time after finding out it made me think of you. How you hugged and kissed me after you realized it was a love song. How whenever it comes on in the car, you always look at me with that same, gentle smile I fell for three years back. 

As I get ready in the morning, pulling up the shorts you always loved, I think about you. I'll find the jeans you left at my house. 'ELLIOT" written along the thigh. I still remember the day you wrote it, the way you claimed it was your way of making sure people knew you had a girlfriend. I remember letting you paint on my jeans, "KIRSTYN" down the opposite side, matching yours. I remember the smile you had as I stood there and let you paint on the jeans, even as you got distracted and ran the brush along my skin.

When I lie awake in bed at night, I think about you and all your beauty. The way the sun reflects off your skin, and the smile you give when you say something mean just to get my reaction. Thinking about you, I wonder, do you think about me too?

Reviews

[Marie Kinnett]

Hey this was really good, keep writing.
Love, Marie

[Elli🦝]

THANK YOUUU!

[Marie Kinnett]

No problem