ThirtyFour

Last night was bliss.
I liked your text, I liked that you text me first.
Dancing, skirt moving and feet tapping. Drink spilling, and mouth smiling.
I hold everyones hand, and sleep well, I actually sleep.
I love this dress, it reminds me of london and my cousins and my brother and his sweet 16.
This all makes me happy.

I miss you, I can't wait to call you and hear your voice, I can't physically wait to get home and charge my phone. By then, he should have text me back and we can click over things that pull us together.
Today and this week, will be bliss. Not tragic, not sad, but bliss. With two s's: one to stand for singing and one to stand for smiling.
He's twisted around me, together, things to say, shared experiences on different time lapses. I can't get him out of my system. I like him there.

I feel like Bliss.
This feeling is Bliss.