reflections of light.

It's cold and I miss you. Two very generic phrases that manage to speak volumes. My world feels a bit broken without you. At any minute of the day, I expect you to appear.

Hmm.

You're so golden.

For a moment, I broke from listening to play it through my head. What it would be like to reach over and unbutton your shirt. To sort of fall into you. And what then? Sometimes I don't know what to say, because I am so caught up in the thoughts I don't tell you. A rare occurrence, I suppose for me, to witness a vision of motions tied so closely to intimacy at such a random point.