one week
We stand with our feet in our socks on the cold linoleum in the kitchen, never wanting the night to end. Every moment my eyes are closed, I am no where else but wrapped in his arms. His shirt is the softest I've ever known and he smells just as soft... like an adrenaline rush mixed with all the comfort I've ever felt from anyone before. Time might have disappeared all together. The past and future are erased and there is only this moment.
His eyes open and they bombard me with hope and empathy and desire. I wish so badly those eyes could channel his thoughts directly to mine and then back again. My words are so unstable and unsure that I have to look away. I wish I had all the right words... all the words to tell you how I feel... all the words to tell you there's no where else I want to be. I feel it in my guts that this feeling will pass.
I am completely terrified. You're right about that.
His eyes open and they bombard me with hope and empathy and desire. I wish so badly those eyes could channel his thoughts directly to mine and then back again. My words are so unstable and unsure that I have to look away. I wish I had all the right words... all the words to tell you how I feel... all the words to tell you there's no where else I want to be. I feel it in my guts that this feeling will pass.
I am completely terrified. You're right about that.