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I want to go on a date. A date I constantly go back and think about. And wonder why I'm not with the person I was with all of the time. I want to make hats out of paper bags and eat soft serve ice cream topless. I want to drive at 2 and 3 and 4 in the morning trying to find a pretty place to kiss in. I want to be so happy and all of a sudden want to confess every feeling I've ever had, but the sun is coming up and I feel like there isn't enough time. And that's what I always worry about. Having enough time with that person.
I want to know how many scars you have and memorize the shape of your tongue. I want to climb the curve of your lower back and count your vertabrae, your ribs, your fingers, your goosebumps. I want to chart the topography of your anatomy and be fluent in your body language. I want you, entirely.
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