Crazy babblings.

Fuck!

I am so mad.

I wish I were a good writer.

I wish I could say things about you, your nose, your smile, your skin. God your skin, your touch.

So that someone, anyone could understand how fucking crazy I am going but all I've got is sometimes I want to reach over and grab your hand, and sometimes it's at 3 A.M in the morning, and sometimes it's in the middle of calculus class.

And my heart is beating fast because I saw your face in a dream

And it's so fucking crazy.

Our first kiss

All I know is you have dead black eyes which light up when you're about to kiss me. You turn your head sideways towards left, and lick your lips. The end of your lips gets curles into a smile. You cup my face in your hands and the room falls down. You move your hands slowly along my arms while you kiss me and god! How lost I was in that kiss. The space between us explodes. My arms were around your neck and your hands couldn't bring me close enough to you. I kissed you and I realized I have been starving. Maybe it lasted a minute or an hour, all I knew was that kiss and how soft and safe his touch felt on my skin. 

And I started missing it as soon as it was over.