Tenaciously held your attention while I dragged you into my life memories, then I could see those calm, yet steady, deep dark eyes staring at me joined by giggles of pure weightlessness.
Entangled by the curves of your smile, your face apples could design the beginning of my route-desired-in-close-future kisses. But, as funny as life could be, I was surprised by moments of my distraction where I had your admiring look at me, willing to avoid any missing information that I could possibly provide of my past funny days.
Your words kept echoing in my head “you always have something nice and funny to say, nice stories…”, but at the same time I thanked and loved to hear that, I was concerned about the day that I face the end of telling all of these, and I do believe that day will come… but If I’m right, and If my little mind allows me, by the little that I know you, if I shared this concern, you’d smile (amazingly) and would say “at that time, we would have enough of our own to remember…”, captivating me more than the time already allowed us to…
Welcome to my drifting mind.
