I am a school girl all over again
I giggle often, laugh uncontrollably
Blush at the slightest mention of our relationship
I lie on my stomach on my bed
Legs up in the air bent at the knees, feet moving in syncopated rhythm, toes wiggling
Waiting for your text
Wondering if the silence means sleep has claimed you early tonight
I smile with every text that comes through knowing I am on your mind
I speak my mind
You speak yours
Somehow we can stand each other
This is nice. 🙂
Love turns us all into teenagers, doesn’t it?
It does. Some loves more than others.