I miss him a lot.
I know that it’s only been a couple of hours, but I already miss seeing his smile.
I’m never going to tell
him that. What if he thinks I’m too needy? Or worse, what if he doesn’t feel
the same way as I do?
We just had a cupcake party at my house. Nothing too fancy.
Just the two of us eating cupcakes and watching a movie. I remembered snuggling up next to him, feeling his warm hands
holding mine.
Sometimes, we locked eyes. And
what I saw was far more interesting than what’s happening on my laptop screen.
A whole life ahead of me and him, together and inseparable.
I wanted the party to last
forever. I wanted endless trays of strawberry shortcakes flooding the house.
None of that came true, and the party ended anyway.
We know that nothing lasts
forever. Even the strongest relationship couldn’t stand the test of time. But
not what we have. Oh, I swear that our love is here to stay forever.
I would sneak him in to the
movies. I would bring him on road trips. I would fix his bowtie, comb him and
tuck him to sleep. He’s my sweetheart, someone who’s fuzzy enough to cuddle and
fluffy enough to touch.
I love him, and would do anything
to make him happy.
After all, he would do the same
thing to me. He’s not just a sophisticated bunny.
He’s an understanding gentleman.
A floppy-eared listener. A trusted companion.
A friend.