I’m glad you’re close by again. But, even if we’re just barely two miles away, you still feel so far. You’ve always felt too far. When you were a stranger in a hallway and when I’m looking up at you, my arms in your lap supporting my head as I watched you speak. There’s no way I was the only one who thought, “wow they’re so close to me right now”.
I know always wanted to be close to you and now that we are sometimes that realization of closeness sets in. The small voice that’s always been there but, it’s just a lustful fantasy of my thirteen year old self. We’re nearly twenty now and that voice is still there. I knew I shouldn’t have thought about you all those nights. Yes, ask me questions. Keep asking I want to teach you and show you the answers to your curiosities with my body. I want you to taste the light between my legs and feel a sympathetic understanding to the guy who finished in the same position. You’ll be able to hear me breath again, I know you’ve heard it before. The thought of awkward laughter, clammy hands, shudders, gasps, and every stifled moan that would come out of us.