After-shave

With my legs crossed on the table, I’m enjoying the view of the day on my right and a mug of chamomile tea sweetened with honey, on my left.

In my slightly impaired breathing capacity I breathe in an out of place scent. It’s not been done recently, this sitting and just existing in time. It’s been a busy start to my final semester. Preparing, going, stopping, finding my footing with the twists and twirls of it all. Coping with friends leaving and moving ahead. Grasping the idea of a future away from my 4 year shelter. Then again, I question when exactly will I or anyone be ready for the beginning of the end? And still, in the midst of it all..finding time to enjoy being someone’s lady companion..? Friend that you talk to and will to talk to constantly in an endless conversation? Person who always wants to listen to what you have to say and think about? Hmm.

Clearly I’m still wrapping my head around the idea of being a girlfriend. *eeps! Like rashers of bacon clung scantily on sticks of taut green asparagus, I’m nothing as confident as that. But I’d wrap around my *friend and cling happily to the thought we’d make a delicious pairing. He makes me really happy. And though it’s a lot for my need-to-overprocess-everything mind, I’m greedily collecting so much more memory than I can digest because I can’t stand not to. I try not to wish for more time too often, because we’ll have a lifetime (and more with God), but it’s a losing battle between the brain, heart and body in itself.

With my legs crossed on the table I’m enjoying the view of the day on my right and chamomile tea you gave me sweetened with honey, on my left. In my slightly impaired breathing capacity I breathe in an out of place scent. Musky, muted, masculine. Man. Your aftershave on my sleeve.

 

lei