Half Your Age, But Twice As Good
Dave, Dave, Dave,
I love the way you look at me when I played stupid. I love the way you sigh and smile with your eyes closed in the morning when it is time to get up and I would rub your tummy. I love the way you pretended you thought we have a future. I love the way your lip crinkles when you fake a smile. I love that you are so curious about me but never wanted to say much about yourself. I love how you were the first man to ever make me feel like a dumb girl. I love that you gave me butterflies. I love how important I felt next to you. I loved the dozen sleepovers we had before I made the first move. I loved your disbelieving face when we discovered each others ages. I loved eating cookies with you in bed. I loved the way when we watched movies together you squeezed me when the movie got intense. I loved the way you sweetly caressed my body with your soft hands like you could not get enough of me. I loved the way your breath felt against my neck. I loved the way I taught you to dance and you kept trying to grab my butt. I love that you said you wanted to quite your job and move to Central America to play poker all day. I wonder what life would be like if you were not twice my age?