To My Sexhay Bear

Hey sexhay bear, come here. Come here and give me a big bear hug. God you're beautiful. You always give the best hugs ever. I know you're reading this now. And by the end of this post, you'll smile. A tiny bit. And you're going to send me a picture. Ka-pish? Okay, continue reading.

"Mmm so badly wanna rest my neck over yours n rumble like crazy."
"*giggles*
Snuggled up, sharing lazy kisses, you kissed me on my nose, and for that split second, even while you were looking at me, my heart could just explode into a million, tiny, ecstatic pieces.

"Not on my stach baby it's irritating. I removed less than an inch what, less than a cm, so u shouldn't like me lesser that much. It's like two mm only."
"Don't think so. You were hairier."
Two mm. My bum bum, did you measure the length of hair you removed. If so, I'll bow down. I tell you I hated we always have this conversation right after an episode of shaving. But I secretly loved them. Secretly loved. Love, hate, passion. That's how we roll. No mush, and then so much of it. Secret kisses. Secret hand-holding. Secret flings at you-know-where. Only we knew how that felt. It's how we used to roll. Mock fighting, upsetting, mushy apologies, making up. I love you so much it hurts. The alarms that cornered, semi-opened eyelids, and lazy non-stretched body falling back into bed, tangled legs, back into a reverie.

"U love me too much rite that's why. But won't hold that against you. I mean what can u do if I'm too amaze-balls rite huh? That u can't help fallin madly for me."
"Fine fine. I'll fall out of love with you then. Don't know about tomorrow, but I love you today. And yesterday. And all the days before that."
Trembling feet, dreamy eyes, and a strong wish to dissolve. You wouldn't let me do that. You know the hold you have over me. Your sly smile said it all. Every single time. You were really enjoying this.

"I hate you. Still hate you. I hate your stupid smile, I hate your silly charm, and most of all I hate the ridic thing you do with your eyes. Those eyes... Your beautiful eyes."
I can claim to hate you. Hate you with all the willpower that I have. So much that I'll form a bubble that shields me, gives me false hopes of protection. But then you come and put an arm around me. Pull my cheeks. Rub your hair all over me. And basically take a needle and prick my bubble. Now that's why I love to hate you. Or hate to love you.

"Don't be mad. I won't leave you here all by yourself. I'll stay here with you."
We sat on the boardwalks. Who knew it would be this beautiful in the wee hours in the morning? There was so much to say and so much to hear. But we couldn't push away the inevitable. I really wanted you to stay, trust me I did. You told stories. I listened. Little rendezvous. Threw a coin. Yours. You should know by now what I wished for. Or rather, who.

Hey sexhay bear, there you are again. With that amazing smile of yours. Still want to eat that face. Grrr. Don't let there be any doubts. I love you. And I always will. In some twisted, unexplained way. I'm waiting here patiently to welcome you back to the madness. Must. Be. Strong. Hold me by the waist. Shut me up with a kiss. Laugh at me, let me sulk, and then give me such a look, that look, that I forgive murder. Keep me where all I can breathe is you. Trust me, that all I want is you.

*rubs nose*