((originally published here: http://anachronisticss.tumblr.com/ )
Wanting you: the thoughts that never should have happened.
Wanting you.
Wanting you, all dimpled, rosy cheeks and contagious smiles.
Wanting to bask in the trail of sunshine that wafted behind you every time you walked away.
Wanting the smell of your skin, that sweet aroma of sunsets and laughter and starry nights.
Maybe I shouldn't have noticed it so much
Wanting you because I couldn't have you.
Wanting the melodies that circled your head.
I didn't know what those lyrics meant to you
I don't think I ever will.
Wanting you selfishly. Wanting your eyes to turn to me when they didn't know where to look.
Wanting you to dedicate your dreams to my voice. The way I stared because I wanted you to notice.
Wanting to call you mine.
Wanting you to call me yours.
I wonder why I ever let myself think I would get the privilege of knowing your perfume so intimately.
Wanting you consistently.
Wanting you unconditionally.
Wanting your irrationally.
Wanting you from afar. But maybe that was enough.
