I knew I wouldn't forget you and so i went and let you blow my mind
Girl meets boy. Girl and boy get to talking. Girl flirts with boy. Boy reciprocates girls flirting. Girl thinks that this is something that she could get used to. Boy invites girl to exotic country after only knowing her for a few days. Girl thinks that the idea is crazy as all get up, but reminds herself that this was the year that she was going to live with no regrets, and dive head first into new adventures. Girl accompanies boy on said impulse trip, even though there is a huge part of her that thinks that the whole thing is entirely nuts. Boy and girl spend a little over a week throwing themselves into the atmosphere of the beautiful place and in getting to know each other. Girl quickly realizes that she is getting herself into something deep, but she doesn't have time to question or be afraid, she is too busy reveling in just how right things feel. Girl tells boy that everything about their situation is insane and unexpected but nothing that she would trade for anything in the world. Boy tells girl not to worry, that if she is all in then he is equally as invested, after all it is his heart on the line also. Girl and boy share many long, late night heart to heart conversations, they tell endless stories, recount memories and give the other a small preview into the inner workings of their hearts. Girl doesn't exactly know why but there is something about boy that she trusts, almost instinctively. Maybe it's something in the way that when he holds her hand and laces his fingers intertwined with hers, she can feel a part of him holding her heart. When he wraps his arms around her, she can feel his strength, and knows that he will protect her with every ounce that he has within himself. This is all so new and sudden but has a feeling so right, as if the fates had suddenly convened and all rallied into her corner for once.
They don't mess around with labels or titles, they both take a "come as it is" sort of approach to the whole thing. Things are feeling too right to deal with the technicalities of minor details, things are working out fine for them the way that they are. They intertwine their souls together on one particular evening, they give up not only their bodies to one another, but their entire beings. The cool night air that blows indoors through a window left ajar, is sticky. Their bodies flow together fluid and smooth as if they were performing a choreographed piece of work, rather than just following their natural instincts of movement. They become a mess of tangled sheets, hot breaths, sweat slicked bodies, sounds so raw that they seem to come from the deepest, most guttural part of ones throat, not to mention hair that ends up in every which way and direction. But he makes her feel beautiful. Whispers into her ear, some of the sweetest things that she's ever heard. He keeps her at ease both in mind and body, knows the things to do and say to keep her confident that she's made the right choice. She loves the way that he makes her feel, not just in this moment but in every moment since they had met. She can't remember the last time that anything that made her feel so giddy or put the butterflies so much into her stomach whenever she sees him, or makes her so excited that she has to gush to practically anyone who will lend an ear, those that she's sure she is probably annoying with her constant mentioning, but can't help it. She can't seem to stop and quite honestly doesn't want to. If she had a better voice, she might traipse around the town singing it from rooftops and sharing her story with everyone, with anyone willing to lend an ear and listen to her tale of passion, delight and romance.
They arrive back in the states after their trip, a little part of girl wonders exactly how things are going to work out, wonders if any awkwardness might come between them. Boy quickly puts girls fears at ease when he only leaves her apartment a couple times to go back to his own to grab fresh pairs of clothes. This is definitely an adjustment for girl, who is used to living on her own after she decided to up and move to the big city and as far away as possible from her childhood home in a small town right after graduation from High School. Girl had forgotten what it felt like to share a living space with someone, she was used to being able to breeze through her own space, so it was something of an adjustment but in the grand scheme of things, not an extremely large one. Girl was definitely happy. The "can't help but a keep a smile on your face, are probably annoying everyone in your path with your cheeriness" sort of happy. Girl wakes up in the middle of the night one evening and takes a second to try to acclimate herself to her surroundings. The room is engulfed in darkness and she can not adjust her vision quick enough to see, but she can feel him there, strong arms wrap around her frame pulling her back closer. She settles in comfortable against boys bare chest, burying her head in him to block out the world, for the times that they both remember that the world consists of more people than just the two of them. Girl falls back to sleep with ease, wrapped up in a cocoon of warmth, comfort and happiness.
Suffice to say that this girl is one very content individual. I've made a lot of decisions by the seat of my pants, but for the most part they have all seemed to have worked out in my favor. I'm glad that I decided to just swallow my nerves and be bold and be brave and take the chances that others might have been afraid to take. I know that I am not invincible by any means, I'm just as afraid of getting hurt as the next person, the only difference is that I don't chose to keep myself guarded. I pretty much put my heart out on the line right from the start, I guess I just personally feel that the excitement and the feelings that you can achieve, and the time spent together, the lessons learned, the memories that you carry forever, I feel that all of that is worth the possibility of maybe getting hurt in the end. I think that one of the most ironic things about life is that everything ends up teaching you a lesson. Every triumph, heartbreak, everything you go through, every achievement, all of it is just a lesson waiting to be learned. There is always something to be taken away from every situation. Sometimes, I feel like all of these stories and lessons and everything that comes together to make us who we are as human beings is like a patchwork pattern etched into our brains, and there are certain parts that we pull from when needed. To be completely honest I didn't know if I would be able to garner the words that I was looking for when trying to convey the story. If I would possibly be able to deliver the emotions that I had felt in those moments. People always say that a picture is worth a thousand words, but what about a moment or a memory. How do you put the right words into a feeling? it's one thing to be able to wrap yourself in a blanket of arms and comfort, but how do you manage to do the same while wrapping yourself up in a blanket of words.
They don't mess around with labels or titles, they both take a "come as it is" sort of approach to the whole thing. Things are feeling too right to deal with the technicalities of minor details, things are working out fine for them the way that they are. They intertwine their souls together on one particular evening, they give up not only their bodies to one another, but their entire beings. The cool night air that blows indoors through a window left ajar, is sticky. Their bodies flow together fluid and smooth as if they were performing a choreographed piece of work, rather than just following their natural instincts of movement. They become a mess of tangled sheets, hot breaths, sweat slicked bodies, sounds so raw that they seem to come from the deepest, most guttural part of ones throat, not to mention hair that ends up in every which way and direction. But he makes her feel beautiful. Whispers into her ear, some of the sweetest things that she's ever heard. He keeps her at ease both in mind and body, knows the things to do and say to keep her confident that she's made the right choice. She loves the way that he makes her feel, not just in this moment but in every moment since they had met. She can't remember the last time that anything that made her feel so giddy or put the butterflies so much into her stomach whenever she sees him, or makes her so excited that she has to gush to practically anyone who will lend an ear, those that she's sure she is probably annoying with her constant mentioning, but can't help it. She can't seem to stop and quite honestly doesn't want to. If she had a better voice, she might traipse around the town singing it from rooftops and sharing her story with everyone, with anyone willing to lend an ear and listen to her tale of passion, delight and romance.
They arrive back in the states after their trip, a little part of girl wonders exactly how things are going to work out, wonders if any awkwardness might come between them. Boy quickly puts girls fears at ease when he only leaves her apartment a couple times to go back to his own to grab fresh pairs of clothes. This is definitely an adjustment for girl, who is used to living on her own after she decided to up and move to the big city and as far away as possible from her childhood home in a small town right after graduation from High School. Girl had forgotten what it felt like to share a living space with someone, she was used to being able to breeze through her own space, so it was something of an adjustment but in the grand scheme of things, not an extremely large one. Girl was definitely happy. The "can't help but a keep a smile on your face, are probably annoying everyone in your path with your cheeriness" sort of happy. Girl wakes up in the middle of the night one evening and takes a second to try to acclimate herself to her surroundings. The room is engulfed in darkness and she can not adjust her vision quick enough to see, but she can feel him there, strong arms wrap around her frame pulling her back closer. She settles in comfortable against boys bare chest, burying her head in him to block out the world, for the times that they both remember that the world consists of more people than just the two of them. Girl falls back to sleep with ease, wrapped up in a cocoon of warmth, comfort and happiness.
Suffice to say that this girl is one very content individual. I've made a lot of decisions by the seat of my pants, but for the most part they have all seemed to have worked out in my favor. I'm glad that I decided to just swallow my nerves and be bold and be brave and take the chances that others might have been afraid to take. I know that I am not invincible by any means, I'm just as afraid of getting hurt as the next person, the only difference is that I don't chose to keep myself guarded. I pretty much put my heart out on the line right from the start, I guess I just personally feel that the excitement and the feelings that you can achieve, and the time spent together, the lessons learned, the memories that you carry forever, I feel that all of that is worth the possibility of maybe getting hurt in the end. I think that one of the most ironic things about life is that everything ends up teaching you a lesson. Every triumph, heartbreak, everything you go through, every achievement, all of it is just a lesson waiting to be learned. There is always something to be taken away from every situation. Sometimes, I feel like all of these stories and lessons and everything that comes together to make us who we are as human beings is like a patchwork pattern etched into our brains, and there are certain parts that we pull from when needed. To be completely honest I didn't know if I would be able to garner the words that I was looking for when trying to convey the story. If I would possibly be able to deliver the emotions that I had felt in those moments. People always say that a picture is worth a thousand words, but what about a moment or a memory. How do you put the right words into a feeling? it's one thing to be able to wrap yourself in a blanket of arms and comfort, but how do you manage to do the same while wrapping yourself up in a blanket of words.