We got back together on Saturday, December 2nd (Technically the 3rd).
With my hands under your shirt, you asked me to be yours again.
We were cuddling in your truck, my hands freezing and the sound of your racing heart echoing in my ears. It was perfect in our own unique way, seeing as we never played by the rules when it came to us. I couldn't think of anything else but you in that moment. I knew I could get hurt again, but the happiness that flooded my chest kept me from caring.
Even as I type this I can see the messiness in my writing, as the random details of the event come rushing back.
I know exactly what the truck smelled like as we laid there, peppermint hot chocolate with a hint of flavored coffee, and the scent of your cologne. I was wearing your flannel the whole time, relishing in the fact that I could now proudly declare that I even had my boyfriends' shirt. It doesn't seem like much, but knowing that your boyfriend can give you his shirts because he cares and wants to see you in them is a whole new experience on its own. Especially when you get to see his reaction once he realizes what you're wearing. Watching your reaction was my favorite part. You thought I was kidding when I told you I brought it to change into, clearly I enjoyed teasing you too much to pass up such an opportunity, babe.
I still can't help but giggle when I think of the fact that you ordered Cotton Candy ice cream, out of all of the fifty-ish flavors. Not to mention the fact that the whole time we ate the ice cream, the amount of innuendos and sexual jokes was enough to keep us entertained the rest of the time we were together. Jesus, we're horrible together sometimes babe, do normal couples have this much fun together? Or as many inside jokes together? I sure hope so because if not, they're certainly missing out. Right, Wild 'n Reckless Sherbet?
You're just lucky I can't remember the other name, something camouflage.
I wonder if you're as whipped as all my friends say, not that it's a bad thing. It's pretty cute actually. It's comforting to know you're as wanted as they are, that you'd do anything to make them happy regardless of the time or place. Everyone likes to think they're lucky, I know I am, even if you like to argue that you're nothing special. If you weren't then I wouldn't still be here. I'd have put in little effort and kept my distance. I never want distance when it comes to you, regardless of if I'm upset with you or not.
I already miss you. Jesus, PMSing sucks. If anything, I miss you more right now then ever, specifically during lunch today. I wasn't actually upset with you then, it was all just a joke, but it was really cute to see the cute confused puppy dog look on your face. That face makes me crumble, literally I would melt into a pile of mush, if possible.
I wonder if anything I do makes you melt or react to in certain ways. Maybe I'll never know or maybe I will, that's the fun of it all. We're still exploring the other and finding out new things by the day. An adventure all in its own way.
But it's an adventure I'll gladly take any day.
