I need you 2 LovE Me :(

She’s in bed with me now. We talk all the time. Usually one of us does the talking...the other minds his/her business.

Right now, I’m doing the talking and I hope she is listening.

I remember our first date; actually, I remember how I got you on our first date.

Love at first glance...more like lust at first glance. To be honest, I can’t really put my finger on when I fell in love with you.

Definitely wasn’t the first glance, I’m not that easy! Atleast that’s how I want the readers to know me. Don’t ruin it.

“Would you say you were a fitness chick ?”

Well, you used to go there a lot. But you would just stretch for hours.

I think you have to lift weights to be a fitness chick. Anyway, you looked like a Brunette-Sommer Ray. I know you think that’s crazy, but It’s true. You were effortlessly sexier than everyone else. Effortless, atleast that’s what I thought at the time.

I was nobody, an extra in your blockbuster-film. You never noticed me...until that lucky Thursday.

Every time it rains on a Thursday I get lucky. Actually, I’m not sure how true that is. It rained that Thursday.

You. Oversized cropped hoodie. Biker shorts that were tight enough to let your buttocks breathe.

I. Nobody. A lucky nobody, watching from the distance. Mind full of lust, body full of fear.

Usually, fear defeats lust. This wasn’t the first day I watched you, but it was the first rainy Thursday. The lust was feeling lucky.

I made footsteps in your direction compassed by my libido. I approached; the battle between lust and fear raging ferociously within me. The higher powers had taken my body. I was a mere vessel set to enter your universe by lust-means.

Unexpectedly, the directors handed me a script. The extra had speaking lines in the blockbuster film.

What was the first thing I said? I’m honestly not sure. I wasn’t myself.

I remember what you said; “I’m busy.”

You were frigid. The lust took me a long way but on hearing those words, the fear launched a mind dumbing counterattack. I was speechless.

Walking away defeated by the counterattack of fear, I heard a voice:

“What did you say ? Sorry I was on the phone.” Your smile defeated my fear, I felt energized by your aura. That, and the fact that I saw you take a Bluetooth headset out of your other ear.

I had sped through a lot of emotions in a very short time. But my pounding heart turned to an island lake. Your presence was more than remarkable. Encountering you made me somebody.

Being a person is tough. Being a person with you is less so.

I adjusted to my new role quickly.

It was written that we would take a walk after working out. In order for the both of us to catch up on the cardio we’d been missing. You; because you didn’t need it (I said); I; because I am a meathead.

We walked through the urban village, for thirty-six minutes. I was tired, you were hungry.

You; proudly, told me that you could go on for much longer.

I, embarrassed, ignored the comment quickly covering up by suggesting a nearby restaurant with great wine.

A date.

You; confident & sexy, sat at a round table with your legs crossed...and some legs they were! But you beckoned to me with nothing but your inviting eyes.

I knew I had to do everything Simone said, with or without words. I joined you. It was an easy task.

There had to be chitchat in the background, clinking of glasses, clanking of cutlery. I’m certain there was, but my senses were tuned in to you. A divine frequency.

We hadn’t been entertained by a hostess; Yet, your words were honey, your gestures were milk. Your fragrance was infact honeywood...I now know it to be your natural scent.

Dinner with a Goddess.

“What can I get for you ?” Your broadcast interrupted by an antsy waitress.

I; “steak & white wine.”

You; “just a glass of Merlot.”

You noticed how I was visibly burdened because you were overwhelmingly amazing at everything.

You; calmly, “is there anything you need to feel more comfortable ?”

I; Doe-eyed, “ I need you 2 Love ME :( “

The end.