I'm Going To Marry An Antique Salesman.. A Collector of Treasures

I'm not surprised..

but

I miss him

I miss him

I wanted him with me today

I wanted him to hold my hand

I wanted to hold his

I wanted to smell his neck

..the collar of his shirt

..his sleeve

To feel his warmth

..the texture of his hand

Experience his strength

To watch him

..learn from him

To share the day together

To get his input

This may not be so poetic..

I feel like being relatively straight..

I admire his style

I trust his taste

I look up to him in some respect

There were many "well dressed" "trendy" people today

but it was boring

They did nothing for me

Almost repulsed me to be frank

There is no depth to them

It was a disappointment to see so much of the same...the things I like.. but cheap

I respected him

He is a purist

Real

Classic

Quality made

Obviously we both care about our appearance

But it is more about us

We don't dress for a group

..for our friends

..for a crowd

..but for ourselves

I wanted to look at antiques with him

Trinkets

Clothes

Leather

Bags

Flags

I wanted to imagine our future..

A home..

A trip..

An adventure..

But a lot of this was mixed with a made up MAN

The MAN of my dreams

Which has quite a bit of him in HIM

I felt alone

&

A little sad