i hear his laugh echo through my head
i see his eyes pierce through mine
i smell his cologne form a layer around me
i taste the sweetness seeping from his personality, because his soul can hold it in
i imagine his touch, but not piercing my skin not sexual like many others would dream.
i imagine him drawing circles on my waist.
i imagine him lightly placing kisses on my forehead, meaning every one.
i imagine his running his fingers along my palm, through my hair. i imagine him coming across my arms, running his fingers along the faded scars. i imagine him not only touching my skin but my thoughts.
i imagine him being the first to ask.
the first to care
