Hey, Big Head
Hey, big head
I miss you.
That’s funny because I don’t even know you or know what I want you to look like.
Since you have decided to take so much time coming to me, I have built several caricatures of you in my head. Sometimes you are tall and slender, other times you are dark-skinned with a chubby body. Sometimes you are bespectacled like me, other times you are muscular. But every time, you are handsome and the best thing that happened to me.
Funny again, because I don’t know you.
I wonder what it will feel like running into your arms after a long day of “Can you see my screen” and “Please find attached.” I know your hugs will be warm and not cringe like the touch of random men on the street. I imagine what it will be like hearing you rant or talk about the things you are passionate about. I’ll definitely love the sound of your voice.
Funny again, because I don’t know you.
I imagine you gazing at me when I flip my head back to laugh those heart laughs I have whenever I hear a really good joke. I know I will enjoy your gaze; whether it is hot or warm.
Again, funny because I don’t know you.
Or maybe I do.
