I feel like that happened with most of our interactions.
They always lasteda second too longfor friends.
I wanted you to kiss me whenever we touched, no matter how soft, no matter how short.
Troy Freyee
I wanted you to kiss me whenever you placed your hand on my back.
Whenever you wrapped your hand around mine.
Whenever you tapped my shoulder.
Whenever you fucking high-fived me.
Every touch was bliss.
Every touch was torture.
Every touch begged for more.
I wanted you to kiss me whenever you locked eyes with me.
You didnt have to smile.
You didnt have to say a word.
It didnt take much.
All it took was the sight of you, the scent of you, the presence of you.
All it took was you.
We never actually ran out of things to talk about.
Wechosethe silence because we wanted it to turn into something else.
It turned into staring at your lips, into nervous laughter, into another casual, lets-never-mention-this-aloud conversation.
It never turned into what I wanted the most.
I wanted you to kiss me but I never said the words aloud.
I never admitted thats what I wanted from you.
I never verbalized the feelings I thought were abundantly obvious to anyone within a mile of our conversations.
I never said those things because I didnt think they were necessary.
I thought they would be overkill.
I always assumed you could sense them in my voice, in my eyes, in my aura.
But maybe you were clueless.
Maybe you were giving off as many signs as me.
Maybe neither of us realized what was happening in those silences.
Or maybe neither of us were brave enough to exit the gap.
