I think someday I will write again

I throw on a t-shirt and walk outside to smoke, and I think of you. I think of how you call me beautiful, I think of how much I want you, I think of how you make me smile and I think about the other night. I think about the fact I met you drunk. Best drunken decision of my life.

I want to write my book. Now. Damn it.
& he's a gentleman, & he's got me writing again, & please don't let me fall for him.