You really got me
im missing you @ 7:22 p.m. on 2003-01-28
Thoughts of your Math homework run through my head.
I imagine us in college...papers scattered about the coffee table, the kitchen counter, the dining table, the desk in our computer room...
I imagine lying in our bed, half-asleep at 2 a.m., awoken by your sneeze in the den and I set my eyes across the hall and see you working diligently, under a faint reading lamp, on your lab report for the Chemistry class that you have at 9. I smile and crawl out of bed and stumble over to you, kissing your forehead and flipping on the overhead light. I make my way to the kitchen where I fix us both a mug of coffee and grab a couple muffins (not moldy!).
I set the coffee on a coaster on the floor beside you. I take my place in the recliner that you are leaning against and rub my fingers through your hair.
Without saying a word, I am there...to sit with you...to stay up with you...to suffer through your Chem report with you...
The next morning, we wake up side-by-side, in the floor. We swim through all of the paper around us before we find each others' lips. A sweet, surreal kiss. And then we look up at the VCR clock and see that it's 6 minutes before you have to leave.
You run to the bedroom to find some clothes to throw on.
I run to the kitchen, ... last nights coffee mugs and muffin wrappers in hand and fix you up some of your favorite...English breakfast tea. I grab a banana and set it on the counter next to your Chem paper.
We meet for lunch between my Comparative Literature 204 lecture and your 2 o' clock meeting with the Dean of students.
Food...Greek...Chinese...Japanese...Italian...the coffee shop on North 2nd street...wherever our vehicles' and appetites' decide to meet.
We order our favorite plate and sit down at the booth for two in the back.
Your legs' sit against mine perfectly...as we play footsy like two children suffering from puppy love...like the first time I went to see you in St. Louis and met Chickie and Rob and we had dinner the night that I arrived and Chickie and I discussed politics or abortion or whatever since you can't remember. Hehe.
We giggled with each other over the books' that we sat to the side of the table, in attempt to focus only on each other and not school that keeps bombarding us with just too damn much.
I shared my veggies with you. You shared with me.
And, then we left that day...refreshed...
and I found something else that I love about you...the way you sipped your tea from the straw...
You never cease to amaze me.