Intimacy real. An honest friend. A dream drawn out and a fear shot down every day. Someone who can sense a change in my face when I try to hide and know that strong as I am, at this very moment i feel lost and just need to be held. A call to make sure I got home safe. A hand on the small of my back or in mine walking down the street. Someone to make me want to break all my own rules about who not to trust and what not to say and when not to give in.
Breakfast. Watching you shave in the morning before breakfast. Watching you fix the tv after breakfast. Watching you do anything. A night out just to go dancing then home to a bath big enough for the both of us and a bed with a your side and mine that's somewhere in the middle. A move when I move, a look when I look, a fight that's fair. Space when I need it.
Quiet conversations with your index finger and the scar on my left knee. A smell I recognize. A prayer said together for this thing to grow between young lady love and a man still trying to find his way. "For where two or more are gathered..."
Laughter! And more of that. And more still. Please and Thank you. A family blessing. A long day at work and someone to tell it to. A book read out loud, a shared meal on one warm plate, a movie in the dark, a good nights sleep in your button down shirt and your arms.
My name said a way I've never heard it before. A fleeting moment where i think "what if" I had your daughter years from now. A gift, a photograph, a song that reminded me of you today. Knowing that you'll still be here tomorrow......
So no. I don't want a Fuck Buddy.
