#BedroomConfessions

ToHILY#1

Last night, I went to a rooftop bar with some of my friends and I thought of you.

You were with me the first time I was here.

I just now recall, how we were surrounded by all these kinds of people in this cramped chunk of escape. But it felt like we were the only kind of people who mattered that night.

I was closely watching you, two disposable cups of hastily mixed cocktails and two buckets of stories between us.

My eyes were hazy because of all the images of you they were already able to consume.

We were so close, I can breathe you in and I swear you had the sweetest scent there was. It dearly cradled my senses until last night, when I took the bar stool you were once was.

The later it got, the more people came in and we were slowly, slowly pushed closer together. Like there was anymore closer than 'this close' - yes, we were 'this close', but I swear to God, I loved it.

I loved it that I can almost see my reflection in your eyes.

I love how much I just want to grab you by the neck and kiss you like we were alone in our smaller chunk of this of reality.

Then you reached towards me from across the table to fix the hair behind my ear and I died for a second, I guess that's what they meant when your heart skipped a beat.

I should've told you I loved you, but I didn't.