Letter #2 - 7:19 A.M - Feb 3rd 2014
You know I think the world of you?
How your hands would rest delicately on my hips,
but be just the right size so that I don’t feel like I’m being handled
More like caressed.
And the way your eyes flash for a millisecond
When you smile, so much so that I think I crack a smile too
but it’s an inside kind of smile.
You was my dream last night, now I'm left in a state of missing you completely.
Who is this?..
An inside kind-of smile.