Two days, to be spent with this kid that I've been in love with for three and a half years.
Two days, to lay in bed with my feet on the wall and my head on the mattress, demanding to re-enact the Spider-Man/Mary Jane kiss.
Two days, to feel my hand wrapped tightly in a warm meat blanket of another hand that is just slightly bigger than my own.
Two days, to remember the smoothness of each other's skin and the glorious tickle spots.
Two days, to know that the bed is big enough for two people, but small enough to hold the warmth between us as we whisper to each other in the darkness of two in the morning.
Two days, to get over the disorientation of not seeing each other for a month and begin to remember that our memories extend past the thousands of text messages sent.
Two days, to lose the familiarity of texting and to learn how to function without a phone.
Two days, to be just enough to hold us over for another month, whether we like it or not.
