Esperándote

Seeking, searching, paitently waiting, esperándote.

"Shut up, and kiss me," I murmur against his lips.

And, as our silly adventures are added onto our long lists of late night escapes. I find comfort in knowing we can go back to when we first started, sitting in parked cars and sharing laughter over our stories. 

Reclined in our seats, with unbuckled seats and unbuckled souls confided with one another; we paused and glanced into each other's eyes. Vulnerable, seeking comfortability, searching for a reason to stay, paitently waiting in our beige leathered chairs for the next move.

Warmth filled my lungs despite the cold winter outside our windows, he was my safe place, my go to, his chuckle reminded me of how I fell for him. Or how the corners of his mouth curl into a smile when he's being mischievous, I didn't want just those pieces. But, I also craved his moody mornings, or the sound of his snoring that would wake me on the opposite side of our L-shaped couch.

Hushed whispers over pillow talk, like it was us against the world. I never knew I could feel this joy from one person, who was my first and last thought of my very day.

Those nights we spent apart, I fell asleep to the sound of his voice against my ears, or his words kissing my eyelids sweet dreams. He made me feel okay to be me, which was something I had never experienced before with any other man. He respected me and my boundaries, and paitently waited for me to clear my mind before asking me how I was.

Something changed, I don't recall when exactly; yet once a bad habit, now a healthy influence I craved like a drug.

Son esperándote.