You look at me with those eyes, the ones that say, "I like you." But that's not what your mouth is saying. I see you undressing me with those brilliant brown orbs. Is this just sexual? I hope you know I want so much more than that from you. You aren't like the others I've been with, there is something.... more. Something I can't quite put my finger on. Do you remember when we first kissed? You were playing with my hair, holding my face close to yours. This seemed like an invitation of my lips, yet when they met, you turned away. "Woah, too fast." You tell me. I played it off, apologizing and joking around.

The next week; the same situation. Us, on the floor of my room looking at the glowing plastic starry sky of my ceiling. You grabbed my hand, tickled my stomach, whispered sweet nothings into my ear. You stared deep into my eyes, so close to me I could smell the hot chocolate on your breath. What am I to you? Just embrace me already and press your soft lips to mine, they will fit perfectly with each other.

When the day finally comes, I feel I've reached defeat. Now when you trace circles on my back I turn away, because I know it isn't the same to you as it is for me. You pull my face back to you, you say "Don't turn your beautiful face away from me, I can't bear it." Just like that our lips are one, your fitting with mine. Has a kiss always felt this... exhilarating? All too soon you pull away, my lips feeling cold and not my own. You never kissed me again that night, but it was enough to sate my fire.

Things seem different now, and I'm not sure if it's because you're far away, or if yo