Talking to my boo

gives me so much pleasure.

we talk about nothing,

we talk about everything.

sometimes we call

land end up sitting in silence,

listening to the sounds of each other’s breaths,

listening to the random sounds we make

as we do our own thing.

but sometimes we goof around

and call each other pet names,

we flirt a lot, he always knows what to say.

sometimes we just listen to music together,

sometimes we play games.

But, no matter what we do,

talking to him fills my heart with joy.

he knows I have a thing for him,

he laid me down gently,

telling me he’s not ready yet,

and that he doesn’t want to lose

the little thing we have.

i told him it’s okay,

i totally understand.

This interaction really set us back for a little bit,

yet, slowly but surely,

we ended up getting closer to each other.

we talk about our lives,

which are settled several states apart.

we talk about our dreams,

our hopes, our goals for the future.

talking to him is why I look forward to every day,

words cannot simply express all I have to say.