The weekend passed by in a blur of butterfly kisses and sensual touches on the wrists and face.
I passes my evaluation,
but had to stay to make sure I recovered fully.
My parents did not visit once of course...
They took off the leather cuffs and you peppered my slightly bruised wrists with your lips.
Softly muttering sweet words that filled my chest with warmth.
A couple of days later, they took out the IV.
All i remember is the soft sighs that left my mouth when your lips would graze my cheek or fingers before they press against my bruised vein of where the needle once was.
The feeling was beyond ecstasy.
I slept a lot,
But would wake up with you by my side.
You never left.
Not once,
and I am so happy you didn't.
Being in the hospital alone would have terrified me,
but you stayed.
I'm scared at how close we have gotten.
I feel anxious when you leave to grab something to drink.
That one time you went to get chips,
you didn't come back for so long.
You finally did come back,
but to a sobbing mess of a boy.
You held me for the night,
whispering comforting words to me saying how you'd never leave.
I want to believe those words so badly,
but for now I can't
I still dream of him,
and I know you hear me say his name as I sleep.
I feel bad.
I know in some part of your mind you believe all I see in you is him,
but that is not true.
You are you.
As he is he.
You may feel the same,
but you are most certainly not him.
In my mind this is logical,
but if I were to tell you I feel as if you'd take it to heart and feel as if you SHOULD be him.
I don't want that.
I want you.
I am watching you as you talk to my boss and can't help but smile.
You two get along to well.
His clumsy "friend" comes in,
almost tripping over his shoes.
I watch in pure amusement as you laugh and my boss makes a smart ass remark on how clumsy the guy is.
I can't help it.
You get along so well with them,
it's unbelievable.
