TwentyEight

I wonder as I lie awake what He's doing. In the pub? Is he walking home from his friends house, is he doing the same as me?
I think he's tall, really tall and skinny, but he likes it. Doesn't moan and eats like a horse, when I look at him fro below and to the side I love to watch the look on his face as we listen to the live guitars and mumbled harmonies.
He'll be kinda clever, and laugh when I say ridiculous things. He's gunna think I'm funny.
When we watch a movie, he lies on the couch, on his side, and i sit in the gap between his knees and the back of the couch. We'll like that.
Argue over anything, but appologise to me later, yeah he's gunna do that. It'll be through passion though, he'll feel so strongly about music and books and his future. I won't get in the way.
My hand fits right into his.
Man, I wonder where he is.