If I could

Yes, I do have a quiz tomorrow. And an essay due Friday. And a Spanish presentation, a lesson plan, and a theological guided discussion all coming up in the same week. And two papers on insignificant books to write. And it’s 11:33 P.M.

So then why am I wasting time on tumblr? Because I’d kiss you, if I could.

It’s simple, really. I know you’re no good for me. I know it. It’s as easy as that. Does that stop me from looking at the clouds every morning and wondering if you’re looking at them too? 

I’d kiss you, if I could.

You’d only ever let me down. Not on purpose, of course. But sometimes when you’re asked to do something, you have to do it. Even if that means missing my birthday. But you know what?

I’d kiss you, if I could.

We have nothing in common. Not hobbies, not music, not lifestyles. But I don’t mind. I’d pretend to be interested in dirt if it meant time with you. I’d eat dirt if it meant time with you. Is that silly? 

I want you to come home, because I’d kiss you. If I could.