Chapter 30: On the bus ride home.

Sleeping on his shoulder was like a sleeping on a pillow, I said.
He was extremely soft and molded into my shape effortlessly.
Sleeping on another's shoulder was like an electric blanket, I said.
He was warm and caring, protective like a blanket makes you feel.

I told you this, and you asked me what you were.
What sleeping on your shoulder felt like.
I couldn't tell you.
I couldn't explain to you that you were just as warm,
just as protective, just as comfortable.
I wouldn't tell you that your body felt so made for mine,
as if we were two puzzle pieces what had
Just found the other piece.
I couldn't place you as one thing because
If I told you that you were perfect
that you were like nothing else, you would have known.
You would have been able to guess
that I loved you.

And that would have just been kind of awkward.