so it’s old news that i can’t play the guitar. but i’ll pretend to anyway, and i’ll try to to teach you how to play. you’d sit in my lap with my arm around you and i’d show you how to finger the few chords that i know (har har). when i’m teaching you how to strum i’ll oh-so-subtlely intertwine my fingers with yours. you’d look at me and smile your secret smile, the one you get before you say “i love you”. i’d lean in to peck you on your cheek but get lost in your eyes and kiss your lips instead. we’d forget about learning guitar. who needs to anyway, when you already know to play with my heartstrings… soon we’d be lying in the grass with your hands in my hair and my hands under your shirt and my heart will feel like it’s about to spill out of my chest and for those few minutes, it’ll feel like there are only the two of us in the world.
will i get to do this?
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