I haven't seen him for 3 days until now and I also haven't dreamed about anything. Maybe my words hurt him or he wants me to start missing him.
However, I have to admit that I really do. Damn, I think I actually admire that ghost boy.
Milo's always in my mind, I can't stop thinking about him. I'm kinda melting when I think about his soft, deep voice. Especially, the way he talks when he's trying to calm me down, so gently and delightful. There's nothing more beautiful than being with him, I love it when he's just staring at me or holding my hand. I remember the first time he kissed me on my forehead, nothing in the world would feel as good as that felt. I don't know if I'm able to put it in words, it feels way better than love. Although it's 'only' love. But I don't want to call it love.
Nowadays, 'love' happens like that: you see a guy, think he's hot, make out, fuck and after 6 months the 'relationship' is over.
But that feeling I share with Milo is way more than that, I could compare it with the way a real catholic person loves god. That's real love. That's something you can't explain or put in words because it's more than we could understand. It's nothing that chemistry or biology could explain.
He's like a god to me. And I absolutely miss him.
I lie in my bed. It's already midnight and I'm tired as fuck but I want to see Milo again. I wish I never made him leave.
It's getting harder and harder to stay awake.
Suddenly he's sitting in my bed next to me, acting like everything's okay. Inside, I'm crying because of happiness but I stay calm outside, although I think he exactly knows how amazed I am right know.
He takes my left hand, looks into my eyes and gives me a soft kiss on it. Then he smirkes at me.
'Ready to watch another movie?' Milo asks..
