It was a cold November evening, there was smoke in the atmosphere. I could see your breath, you were shivering, I took my coat and wrapped it around you.
I held your hand, I gave you a smile, there was nowhere else I wanted to be than in your arms. I touched your face, I stroked your hair. I could feel something was happening in that cold air.
Time appeared to stop. I could see the reflection of fireworks glistening in your eyes. I placed my hand on the small of your back, you titled you head and closed your eyes as you drew me in. Our lips met and I could taste your lip gloss, you smelt my cologne, our tongues entwinned. My heart was pounding 10 to the dozen. I didn’t want this kiss to end. Slow and smouldering.
The butterflies in my stomach were trying to escape, just like the embers of the bonfire, dancing in the air. I held you tight. I held you close. It didn’t matter we were surrounded, in that moment it was just you and I.
I yearned for you so long. I craved the softness of your skin. I kissed your tender neck and the tingles trickled down your spine. I whispered gentle in your ear, those three words for the very first time. In that moment, it felt like you were mine.
My alarm clock sounds, I wake up in my bed. I turn around to hold you but it was all just a dream. Will I ever find that woman, who captivates my soul and makes my heart sing. She makes me feel alive and I’d walk over hot coals just to be by her side.
Maybe she’s here, maybe she’s reading these words. Maybe she will send me a message. Maybe it was always meant to be this way. Our past pains melt away, today is a brighter day. Two worlds collide, two hearts decide. Her ying to my yang, a dance as old as time. When boy meets girl for the very last first time.
I want the in jokes nobody else understands. The laughter and the tears. Finish my sentences. Let’s build this through the years. Making memories, just me and you. Joy. Love. Compassion. It’s what I want too.
