Dear Eugene

I want to share a bathroom with you and walk in on you while you're brushing your teeth and catch a smile in the mirror as toothpaste rolls down your lips which reminds me of last night and I want to sit on a grassy hill in July after a rain with the back of my head on the top of your thigh and your hand running through my hair listening to Winehouse blues as your hand is also running through my mind and I want to compliment your hand and you'll just laugh at me but I mean it I always mean it your hand is my favorite part of your body but I still get butterflies when you lift up your arms to pull off your shirt socks pants and I'm blushing but it's okay just like your cheeks when you're having a bad day or you're drunk and either way I want to hold your cheeks so tightly you forget about everything else because the smell reminds you of the first time we shared a bed together I want to cry when I have to sleep alone recoil as you walk out the door every morning completely paralyzed when I haven't heard from you all day because it's like before I met you and then when I wake up at 3AM all I want to see is your god-given hair that just covers your beautiful grey eyes because I want to love you that much.