Magic touch

There was a time I thought this never existed for me. I met you and I thought you were just like him. I immediately slammed the doors on any chances and went along my way. But then you did a nice gesture. He bailed again and you spent you last 20 just to spend some time with me. I was curious at that moment but didn't think you saw me in any particular way than as a friend. Then I initiated the conversation that was inspired by your hugs. Then you set up for the first date.

The first date was an incredible disaster when you showed up two hours late and drunk. For some reason I continued the date and to catch up, drank a pitcher of sangria and a couple Jameson and cokes. My first time blacking out and you still managed to get me to the apartment. With animal instincts to ravage what I hardly even remember, I woke up next to you and could hardly get my brain to stop fumbling in my head. In the afternoon you were gone and I wasn't expecting anything from you but you checked up on me the next day and I thought you would fade away after that. But you didn't.

I saw you and though we were with them on the train to that house party, I was nervous. We were in that house party not knowing anyone and luckily with our friends. Everyone loved you as usual and he tried to talk to me but I kept looking at you and it was like you knew. They came and I didn't care. I danced with you and drank with you and you were next to me the whole night. You kissed me a few times and despite the drunkness I was wrapped up in it. We didn't care what was happening but we kissed the whole way to your place and in perfect form we saw the morning. We spent most of the day wrapped up in each other and you slowly began to open up. I left and again didn't think I would hear from you until a week later.

It was his birthday and I knew you would be there. You texted me when you were already drunk. You saw me and the expression of happiness was not hard to hide with the influence of the liquor. You were stuck to me like glue and solidified my thoughts of you when you said you didn't want a relationship right now. I placed you back in that box and although you treated me sweetly I knew what this was in my mind. We went back to your place and like perfect pieces that fit together I was happy to wake up in your arms again. You indulged even more about yourself and I found sides of you I never knew existed. Pleasantly surprised I wanted more and somehow with a sparse amount of my luck, you gave me more. This timeout didn't think you would disappear and in a few days you were on my door step.

I cooked you dinner and we watch tv. At first we weren't all over each other but that didn't take long to change. You spent the night with me and it was perfect as always. We left and I went to work and you went home and I was excited to see you two days later.

I left you to your boys night, thinking that you had forgotten about me. But you didn't and I sweetened the deal. Within two hours you were at my door and drunk and high. I put you to bed but the look on your face was priceless and at that point it was all over. Again waking up next to you was everything I needed. And you didn't disappear.

A few days later I wasn't expecting to see you but once I tree out bowling and drinks it was a wrap. We met up and the night began. We had fun as we usually do. You treated me like I was girl and all the hugs and kisses were everything I needed. With a couple drinks we moved to the pool table and I beat you with a smile on my face. We left to your new place and of course there was only a sheet and one pillow. But that didn't stop us and it started to feel like this was turning into something more.

The next day I left and met her for brunch. I told her everything and she told me not to hate. It made me nervous that I could even think of having feelings for someone who doesn't want anything. But that all changed.

That night we met and watched the fight. You held me in your arms like I was all yours and kissed me like you didn't want to let go. Another game of bowling and we were both exhausted. I was planning to go home but you didn't want me to. We went back to your place and I walked into your room to find sheets, a comforter, and my very own pillow. Such a sweet gesture and then we talked. You told me how you like everything the way it is and you like us. I admitted to how much I like you and I know you feel the same. But it freaked me out more because I can feel something building up. We woke up and you told me next you would get me my own tooth brush.

Now with new years plans, basketball games, and future plans we've made this look promising but this has happened to me before and I was burned so bad I'm still scared. But I won't hold that against you because I really do care. There is something here and I think we both know it. I won't push and I'll leave that conversation alone for a while. But when you look at me, I see it too. And I hope you feel this because I want more of what we are.