he walks into the room, we say hello and i miss the hug we dont have.
his hand hangs relaxed off the edge of the couch and i just want to touch it, to feel its heavyness, the softness of his skin, the warmth.
he smiles and i just want to kiss him.
his presence is calming to me. i strive to be a better person around him, to make him proud. to make him want me.
he doesnt seem to me to be the kind of guy who would watch me sleep and brush the hair out of my face.
im so tired of loving amazing, rare guys and feeling like im invisible to them.
his hand hangs relaxed off the edge of the couch and i just want to touch it, to feel its heavyness, the softness of his skin, the warmth.
he smiles and i just want to kiss him.
his presence is calming to me. i strive to be a better person around him, to make him proud. to make him want me.
he doesnt seem to me to be the kind of guy who would watch me sleep and brush the hair out of my face.
im so tired of loving amazing, rare guys and feeling like im invisible to them.
synyster_uk:
aww thats sad. You will find one x