To the boy on my mind

To the boy on my mind 


Today I chanted a prayer for you.Not because I wanted you but damnit coz I needed you ; spending the entire night conjuring scenes on my mind about what might happen in our next meeting was a good validation of that fact. You were my first thought in the morning.Good gracious! Am I becoming one of those girls who are so drawn to a guy that all they do is think about them ? It is difficult to draw the line between the random night thoughts and a quick memory of you as I draw my curtains.I think about what you would say to me if you were there as the bright sun rays filtered into the room. Oh my prayer; I  felt a little guilty talking to God about you .I hope  he does not judge me because of my guilty pleasures; I mean they are more ecstatic, lead to good stories and  a happy ending right? God would understand me wanting to be happy ( this totally sounds like self consolation, but who cares ). I bet I did make God laugh with my fantasy and energy. That's a good thing right? He won't see me as some perverted, fornicator , freaky out for you kind of girl. I know it's a long shot considering our relationship is an absolute innerata but like a skilled hunter imma prey on you until I get you. Confident much?
Paulo Coehlo said , "And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it." Maybe that's why you were calling me at 6.00 am. Don't get me wrong, I didn't hate the fact that you called; in fact it might have made my heart skip a beat . Why were you calling me at such a time ?I know it's mundane and logical but that's not like you. Especially not after us having a conversation about how calling early in the morning or late at night is uncouth and the only exception is for lovers.
Wait....does it mean?? 
Does it absolutely mean! 
My mind is racing, my thoughts are in shambles and that makes my speech totally incoherent.
Are you? 
Am I?
Are we??
Somebody call wine-one-one ! Hold that thought, it's 6am. I should be calling 9-1-1; dear best friend. But you are  double calling, I don't have time to call her. You know what, I won't die picking up.
"Hello gorgeous,"
Your raspy morning voice made my goosebumps orgasm and the little spart of emotions I felt kept brawling to a star. He literally swept me  off my feet with two words. My voice came out like a cry for help when I was responding. I got it real bad for this boy.I know he is not the Centre of the universe, but he keeps spinning me like one .
"Are you okay?"
" Yes , I am ."
" You sound shaken."
"I am not, I just woke up."
"Good thing I am your first today, I intend to be your last too. I will pick you up for dinner around 7pm."
" You didn't ask if I was available."
" You don't like being asked, besides am saving you the trouble of cooking."
" Fair point."
" Good, have an awesome day beautiful."
" You too handsome."
Wait ,Did he just ???? Are we ????!!Does it mean?????.............

By Favor Khaoya

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