this is it.
sweaty hands holding each other so tightly the knuckles go white
watery eyes looking in the same direction with passion
trembling voices whispering little things that mean the world
beating hearts that beat in the rhythm of a bird fluttering its wings
butterflies flying happily in the stomach making fun of all that nervousness
first times when everything is so serious and important
caring kisses on the forehead full kisses on the lips
long walks by the beach throwing pebbles in the ocean laughing until you cry
promises of eternity growing old together dying by each other’s side
singing stupid songs to proof something you don’t really have to
sleeping in his t-shirt because although it’s way too long it fits you perfectly
listening to the oh’s and ah’s when everyone is amazed by you
smiling without a reason when he’s the only reason to smile
watching her getting ready in the morning
when she pretends she knows what’s going on in basketball
when you both fall asleep on a couch cuddled to each other
when you argue when you’re not together and then you fuck each other to death
when you say it and you mean it and you know this isn’t temporary
when you finally realize it
this is it.
you know what, right?