Friday Morning

I roll out of bed and I sit up as the sun peeks in through my window.

I lay back down and notice I have a smile on my face.

I tug on my ears when I get nervous,

so I knew why I woke up with that smile.

Him.

He put it there.

I'm making coffee and I think of that cold day

staring out the window and he's to my right.

Staring at me as if I were a stranger

and he were interested.

Not strange enough, we went there together.

His reassurance took the cold drift right out of me.

I was warm. We kissed.

Those words almost slipped off my tongue,

into his hands.

I sipped my latte and gave him a smerk.

Could he tell my eyes almost rolled onto the floor

and that he would of had my heart in his hands

and it would of just been there, waiting for him to respond?

Would he say I love you back or

would this be the moment when we start

to talk about how cold it is outside?

After my reminiscing moment I go for a run.

I can see my breath, my fingers are numb.

I think of him and start to laugh.

Remembering the fire pit lighting up his face,

his blue eyes glowing as he stared at me...again.

His breath of beer and wine pulled me a little closer,

any excuse to touch him was a good one.

To run my fingers through his hair again made me smile.

To feel his fingers running through my hair felt so good.

We kissed. Said I love you. Felt happy.

Every memory of him is a great one.

Next time I see him,

I'll be sure to take him all in...