I DID NOT WRITE THIS

In honor of my date

(long story)

There is a lot to talk about right now, but I’m just going to throw this out there for now.

I fell asleep on my couch watching
old romance movies
with my glasses still on and my book
in my hands.
I woke up and ate a spoon-full of
frosting
and debated whether I should set the
coffee maker for the morning.
I have a king size bed with a blanket
on the end I never unfold.
I always sleep on the left side, the
right side kept perfectly made.
some nights my room is so quiet I
can hear my heartbeat.
quiet is something I’ve had to get
used to.
I bought a glass bottle of root beer
today and couldn’t get the cap off.
This man gently took it out of my
hands,
opened it, smiled and walked away.
I was talking to my friends about
how I want to find love,
honestly, I’m not sure that I really do.
Unless it’s someone who would close
my book
and take off my glasses when I fall
asleep on the couch.
Unless it’s someone that will kiss
frosting off my lips
and make me excited to set the coffee maker
(because I’ll know that in the
morning I’ll take two cups
out of the cabinet and smile as I
pour hazelnut creamer)
Unless it’s someone who will mess up
my sheets
and perfectly made bed,
making this room a little less quiet.
Unless it’s someone that will laugh as
I struggle to open a glass bottle of
root beer and instead of opening it
for me. he says,
you can do it, I know you can
I don’t want to find love
I guess I just want it to find me
while I’m busy living my simple little
life. 

-D.A.H.

This and other feelings coming at you live from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania at 11:10 on a Tuesday.

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