You know who you are

I'm waiting for you.

Come find me.

Don't ask

Nothing.

That’s what you said I could expect.

No texts, no calls, no emails.

And so  I didn’t. And I don’t.

And you were right.

So not expecting things? Has turned out to be the best thing ever. Not expecting things has meant that we secretly get to connect. The never-boring spark of 4 lips meeting.  Physically mostly, but sometimes, just sometimes, you let me see your emotions. The man you are when no one is expecting things of you, or thinking they already have you figured out.

So what’s the problem then?

In not expecting, I have learned to expect certain things.

The relaxed smile you get on your face once we kiss.

The warmth of your chest.

The strength of your arms around me.

The endearing vulnerability of your truths.

And so on we go, expecting nothing, but somehow learning to expect from one another. So what can you expect from me?

An incontrovertible sense of adventure.

That the lightest touch of your hands on my back will make it arch.

That I will listen.

That I will continue to expect without expecting.