“We’re driving. And it’s hot, so hot, and there’s a peek of a red strap under my dress. And I see him glance at my thighs and the street lights cast glow on his face.
I’ve just met him again, but I feel like I’ve known him forever. The way his voice dips and sways. He’s the first in a while that is a challenge to keep up with. But I am prepared.
You see, when I’m with him, time stands still. I feel for once content, mesmerized, like everything might be ok. And I don’t know how he will be in ten years but I see him now in front of me.
He’s messy and guarded and a little too prideful, but he’s breaking and honest. He’s always thinking too hard and will say anything except for what he’s really feeling.
There are people around us but we’re here, somehow separate and my god, it’s wonderful. His eyes are sleepy but excited and I know I want to love him, but I don’t think either of us know how.”
This Could All Just Be In My Head Anyways