Us

I have this picture in my head of us in your room, mucking around and then you go of to talk to your mom and so I go on your computer. You come in and put your arms around my neck. You ask me what I'm doing and I tell you, “I’m regain poetry”, and you say to me, “oh is this that poem site you have?” And you ask me if you can read some of mine, I don’t really want you to but I give in and I let you read just one but it’s not like one of my personal ones but you still read it. Then I leave but I don’t know whether you read any more. I also have the picture of us lying on you bed you with you arm around me, me leaning on your chest smelling your sent of manly hood. I can see us lying there and then we suddenly kiss. I can also remember the first time we became close. We were at Sarah’s house and we were watching a movie. We got quiet close and we moved our hands closer together until they met and we held hands then you moved your arm so it was around me but you also put it on my breast but I did nothing about it. The one picture I remember the most out of all of these pictures is when we first kissed. I remember this well. We were sitting together on you couch. Your brother was there and so was Sarah. You had your arm around me and you were stroking my face and then we embraced but it was only for a short time but it still felt like heaven and I so wanted it to be my first kiss. 1

All of these make me think of you and make me smile when I’m feeling down and missing you. I think all these come to one thing, that I really do like you and I think you like me back. I’m proud also because I have such a kind and caring boyfriend.2