Sunday Morning

It was around 3am,i picked him up . I can't help myself,in a way i am feeling awkward,but the feeling of seeing him for the first time was really overwhelming. The long talks over the phone,the teasing online, I am thrilled.

I was sitting infront of him,we talked while we shared what we call the "special meal", the code that we used to name ourselves, I was his little secret,and he was my special someone.
I never thought that i'd feel this way towards someone that I look up to.

He was a breath of freshness despite being soaked from his own sweat. I cant believe that I am here with him, we walked down the streets. It was a cold dawn and I can smell dew drops. Anytime soon the world would be up,but I don't care. I've never felt this way about someone.

You and I , we had a special connection. Your eyes, your lips,your smile. I can go on all day looking at you. If this is what they call infatuation, I cant find any reason to be in another place,all I want is to be with you.

Looking at you soundly asleep, the sun is out and all I need is right here with me,that's you.
I kissed you and you wrapped me in your arms,It feels so good. Spending Sunday Morning with you...I dont have any reason to get out of bed,because with you here with me is the best moment.

I will forget my plans for the rest of the day,because all I want is to be with you.
I am not inlove,but I just want to be with you. And you whispered in my ear,you asked me if Id still want to be with you,I smiled and said, I would love to be with you on another Sunday Morning.