An intrigue

Yet, dear world, don't get me wrong. Tonite wasn't all terrible. No, there was one part that I loved and I wish I could've been like that forever. Just in silence, in silence with him, to hear him breathe, the rise and fall of his chest. That seems to be the moment I live for now. I know he'd um, want more than just that, but really, that's all I want. Just those few droplets of time where we're together, alone, and in complete and utter serenity. Those are the moments I love, not the field, not the movies, not the cute jokes and flirts or whatever, just those moments with him. So, don't worry, it wasn't all bad, and I do believe it is sad that I already miss him.