Gimme another Minute

After spending ten hours straight on New Years Eve it seemed impossible for my to be satisfied with four hours…. That’s a fraction of the infinite time I want to spend with him. As usual catching a movie is my redeem when nothing comes to mind, and for a change it was something interesting to watch. It gave me an excuse to feed him nachos, lay on his shoulder while occasionally glancing at him in the corner of my eye. He caught me a couple of times and I couldn’t help but smile… It was like playing hide and seek in the dark… hilarious.

But it doesn’t compare to our little drive or so I’d like to call it. Holding hands, intertwined fingers, laced ever so gently yet tight enough not to let go. It makes me sad just writing about it – I miss being in his arms, having him kiss my forehead, occasionally letting me plant a kiss on his cheek while he was driving… no wonder going home was an option that I didn’t want to take… correction it was mandatory but I didn’t want to leave.

I wish I had ONE MORE MINUTE to lay in his arms, hear his breath, hold his hand, peck him on the cheek and say I miss you already, cause I do! The clock better strike 1:00 am soon – cause I can’t wait to hear your voice.