A short little writing thing that doesn't mean anything
Every time you touch me it seems to linger. Every brush of the hand or bump of the elbows seems to last forever. My skin buzzes in the spots of contact. The feeling of you seems to last an eternity. I'm always more aware of myself when we're together. I think I'm more aware of you as well. I can't help but notice how much you look at me. When we're speaking you seem to really look at me. Your eye contact is unbreaking, despite the constant breaking due to my uneasy eyes darting around. I can't look you in the eyes for too long. I don't know why. Perhaps the intimacy is too much. I think you've noticed that I'm bad at keeping eye contact with you. With every story my eyes bounce around the everything except you. I think you look at me more because of this. When we're sat side by side you often look over at me, but I am focused in on whats in front of us. Sometimes I'll try though, forcing myself to maintain eye contact. You mentioned it once before. "You're looking at me" you say laughing. "Of course I am we're talking" I try to defend myself, but I knew what you meant. I shuttered in my seat with how hard we were looking at each other. I shifted awkwardly and looked away. You looked smug, as if you won. I'll watch other parts of you in place of it. I'll watch your hands fidget while telling a story. I'll notice how you bite your nails whenever you're nervous. I'll notice how you beam a little more when talking about your family. I don't need to look you in the eye because your whole body is talking with you.
