Abinlo

I will be patient.... though I'm pretty sick of it, It's the only choice.

I'm looking into your eyes, the urge to touch you almost overwhelming. I can picture myself comfortably nestled in your arms; As you tell your many stories I can feel myself slowly leaning foreword, grasping onto your every word. I pretend that your flirtations are directed only towards me (though I know that isn't the truth), hoping that I'll one day I'll close the gap.