I wanted him to sigh in my ear and mumble in a bored tone as I gaze longingly at a picture. I wanted him to wrap his fingers around mine and pull me through the gallery quickly. And I wanted him to stop my yelling at him by silencing me with a kiss.
I wanted everything I couldn’t have.
Everything that was addictive and beautiful and inspiring. The things that make you wake with a laugh and fall asleep with a smile. The tender touches and knowing glances and inside jokes. I wanted the random skips of my heart and coiling of my stomach, and I wanted the butterflies whenever he walked in the