Story Peeps Change Lives

Love Letters

Written by dasatain

Words are what I have, what I do. I am safest and most secure in a notebook. This is where I am most me. And these, these are the words I have for you.

I want to be close to you in every way possible. Physically, yeah, but also, I want to know about your littles--about your day to day, your minor joys and defeats, how practice with the guys was good but work sucked. I want to know about your bigs--about your dreams, your fears, your passions. About how you miss your sister and how you're scared you don't have what it takes to make it. I want to be the person you trust enough to tell anyone. I want. I just want to be with you. I want to share in your warmth and just--walk with you. In the big sappy figurative walking through life together meaning, and in the little literal walking together holding hands and feeling the closeness of each other way.

And physically, oh, physically. I want to feel your hand in mine, your arm around my waist. I want to rest my head on your chest and listen to your heart beating. I want to run my fingers through your hair, and tickle you on that spot just above your elbow that always makes you giggle like a little boy. I want to go exploring, and find every spot on your body, every hill and valley and country line. I want to be a topographer, map your body in mountains and fault lines. I want to know where to touch and where to lick and where to bite. I want to know what makes you moan and gasp and sigh--and laugh, because sex is funny and you're funny and I'm funny and life, life is funny.

 I want you. I want you hard and fast. Up against the wall, or on the floor, or in your car, because we just. can't. wait. a single second longer. I want you in the shower, in the steam, with everything hot and slick and wet, or over the couch. My bed and yours, and every place in between. I want you so slow and sweet and deep that the whole world shrinks down to you and me. Your body and mine. You inside of me. And I want the only word on my lips to be your name. And I don't even know if that's possible, E, but I want to try.

Some of our touchings have been awkward and fumbled and E? I wouldn't trade them for the whole world and everything in it. I'm happier just sitting doing nothing with you than I am doing anything else with anyone else. I love your stupid jokes and that little smile you get when you think I've done something funny and you don't want me to know. I love that your hair is too long and your nose is too sharp and your head, and your adorable head is lopsided. I love your arms. I love when you jokingly flex them so I can feel the muscle and we both know that neither of us is really joking.

I love the way you don't let me brush things aside when they're hard to deal with. I love your "Hey. Talk to me. What's going on?" I love that when there is a problem, we can talk it through. I love that we are strong enough together to not give up at the first hard time. I love, I love the silly way you say "Son of a bitch!" with the words all strung together and the inflection on your voice rising. I love the way it rumbles through my cheek when you're talking with my head on your chest. I love your body heat. I love the temperature of you. I love the way you go "yeahhh, yeahhh" when things are heating up. I love the timbre of your voice, and the way your hands are so much bigger than mine. I love your height. I love joking with you, and softening the teasing with a kiss. I love the way you look when you play your guitar, like there is nothing else in the world you'd rather be doing--there is nothing else in the world you could possibly be doing at that moment. I love your wise ass jokes and I love it when you randomly do things just to do them. I love the way I smile pretty much the whole time I'm with you.

I love that I've been able to find out all of these things that I love about you.

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