I’ve been thinking. What if me and my boyfriend wait to get some of our tattoos colored. And by the time we decide to get married, our wedding photos would be us coloring each other’s tattoos, symbolizing a vibrant and colorful life after the ceremony. I want that.
He left this in front of his laptop so when his video comes automatically on on Skype when call him, I’d see it . I tend to call just to see the bunny even when I know he’s at work.
I want to get drunk and fall completely helpless in his arms, he’ll just giggle and kiss my forehead and hold me throughout the night. I would wake up, between intervals of feeling hungover and sick to seeing him wrapped in white sheets, unconscious but hoping on opening his eyes at 4 in the morning and I’m still there. Walking on cold wooden floors, I walk through the hallways to his bathroom. Gulping water down my throat, I’d look at myself in the mirror and see my ill drunken face, I’d burst into a tired chuckle. Upon turning off the lights, I prepare to run silently back under the sheets to my fair, sleeping safety.
I would be the one taking the picture and just sitting there being forever alone. Fuck my life. :p
Softly, he touches me with his lips. He would stare at me every time before each kiss. I tell him I’m cold and he’ll grab an armful of blankets, probably 4 to 5 pieces and wrap me in it. I would look like a fat caterpillar. His skin, it’s warm most of the time, I would put my feet in between his legs and my face on his chest and he would do what he does, push me closer and hold me down until I’m not shivering anymore. I’m like a snowflake…and I’m slowly, uncontrollably melting on his skin.