“Where? Ohh…Okay. See tomorrow then.”
We meet near her house. She doesn’t know that I know where she lives. That thought brings a smile to me.
I should take something for her and I’ve been thinking. I am at the place….getting her face tattooed on me. So that she knows. So that she remains. So that she loves me as crazily as I do.
I have always been thinking, why and how is she capable of living without seeing me for days….some days when she doesn’t even call me or message. Sometimes I wonder if we are on the same page. But when I hear her voice over the phone, or when I sneakily see her smile when she sleeps….hmmm. I found out that it’s easy to sneak into her room as it has a balcony with stairs. Since then I have never been able to stop myself. I just had to see her sleep before I could each day.
I love her….love her more than life….I won’t let anything part us, not life…not death.
Her face etched on my skin looks beautiful…less than her, but she will like it. No….love it.