All You Need Is Love

A while ago, I fell for someone's skeleton. I was watching him sleep, wondering what those bones were doing, aching to reach out and touch them. I didn't want to wake him, just let him sleep and watch him forever. A hot night, so he was on top of the blanket, stretched out at an odd angle, breathing heavily, still in his clothes. The boy was tired, so was I, but I was mesmerised, hypnotised. That night I fell in love with his skeleton, and I find myself missing it.