I just can’t get enough of him!

I can still smell the scent of him on my black and purple jacket that I hugged him in. I can still  feel his lips on mine. I can still hear his words say, I don’t want to leave, but I have to. My lipstick is smeared from the multiple kisses we share throughout the night. The next time we’ll see one another is Sunday, but it feels like SUCH a long time.

I think, ponder, wonder about him. Is he “the one?” I’m thinking about it more & more as we get to know each other. He left merely a half an hour ago and yet, I miss him. My heart aches for him. I want to see him, feel him, talk to him, kiss him, hug him, care for him & rub him.

I soak him up with his smile.

Entry after entry after entry focused on him & our encounters. Many tolls paid back & forth to see each other on cold, winter nights. Our drives. Our talks. Our meetings.

My cousin and aunt might be over on Sunday, he shares with me when we talk about the next time we’ll see one another. Nervous. Apprehensive, I feel. to meet another component of his family. I want you to meet Anna, he says to me on our drive to Dave & Busters, which is his sister. She knows about me.

I might tell you that I’m beginning to fall for him. Only beginning though. I won’t share this with him because it’s only the start. Our start. I could see myself being with him for a long time. Gosh, his scent, his caringness, his sweetness is so invigorating.

I have to go, he says while we shiver together outside in the chill breeze. I stand outside with him hugging & passionately kissing him. I know that it’s freezing, but I want him. I want him so bad.

I have such strong feelings for him that I can’t describe them to you.

From how he holds my hand, cares for me, kisses me, hugs me, looks at me, compliments me, to how he protects me. EVERYTHING & ANYTHING that he does is great.

I can’t get enough of him. He’s MINE. Now I understand how other girls feel when they describe how much they care for their boyfriend. I completely comprehend those words. I truly do.

This is the worst part of the night, I mutter as he gets up to put his jacket on. He agrees. He places it over his shoulders then sits really close to me stroking the hair out of my face, where he can see my eyes, his favorite part of me. Your hair is always in the way, he says with a smile. I know.  I know.

I HATE goodbyes. At the same time, who likes them?!  I know that Sunday will come faster than I think. At the same time, I don’t want it to come too quickly because my brother goes back to Tennessee next Friday for the whole month of January. THAT will be hard too because after he leaves, if he gets a job, that’s all. That’s all folks! He’s gone. He moves wherever his job is. I hope it’s in NYC because I could be working there as well. THAT would be cool! We’ll see.

As for the boyfriend, I just can’t get enough of him!


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