the grandfather clock rung
Knock knock knock
the wooden door echoed
His face, still hidden behind the door
still causes my heart to race with anticipation
My breathing more shallow as I walked towards the door
I open the door as I would rip open a bandaid.
The anticipation of seeing his face I can no longer handle
I need to see him, his beautiful eyes
I need to touch, run my hands down his back
I need to breathe him in
I see him now. Blue eyes.
I see him loving me loving him.