I have little burns on all of my finger tips and on the tip of my tongue. I have two new zits that weren't there when I went to bed last night and a chip on my fingernail. I have a little hollow place inside of my heart that I'm trying to fill with love and laughter and words and hugs but it doesn't stay full.
I have scars on my skin and my soul but I also have a little smirk on my mouth because even though you won't say so, I think we might be more than friends.
I have songs stuck in my head and on my lips and on my fingers and on my toes but I think I'll keep them there. I have brains in my head and feet in my shoes, and moonlight bleeding from out of my soul and words melting on my tongue.
I like the way they taste.
I have the touch of your hands on mine and the feel of your head on my shoulder even though you're not there anymore. I have butterflies in my stomach and goosebumps on my arms and legs and the back of my neck.
Only they're the good kind of goosebumps. The kind where I'm excited and nervous at the same time.
"Who'd have known
when you flash up on my phone
I no longer feel alone."
Love and kisses,
*I definitely checked my watch to figure that one out. I may have even done a few quick calculations. Because, you know... that's completely relevant...