Sometimes I wonder about you, if you’re short or tall, thin or thick, the color of your hair and how long it is. Maybe long enough for me to run my fingers through. I wonder what color your eyes are but I know they will be able to see through everything I do. I wonder if you will laugh at my taste in clothes or music. I know you’re going to make me laugh and I can’t wait to laugh with you. I wonder how you like to hold hands, fingers or palms? Or maybe that really loose just fingers touching way. I wonder if you’re going to dance with me or be the type who sits and smokes in the corner. I wonder if you’re going to call me baby and get upset when I’m upset. Maybe you’re going to be the protective type, protective and trusting. I have a lot of questions.
