The Six Steps of Falling in Love With Her - Sam Wilkinson
This is inspired by a post I saw off of instagram by “rb” on ‘poemsporn_’.
“Step One: You see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air and when you can’t sleep you’ll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd.”
Sam smiled, nodding his head to his buddies who had recently partied with him the past weekend. It seemed like he found more friends every party he went to, which he didn’t mind, it made it easier to find people he knew. He ran his fingers through his hair making sure it was all in perfect place when she came around the corner in the hallway. She was smiling with her friend who departed with her a few seconds after to go into a nearby classroom. Her eyes met with his just as she looked up and smiled at him. Sam couldn’t take his eyes off of her, she was stunning, every little detail. He didn’t break eye contact with her until she looked down as they passed each other. Her perfume hit him harder than he expected, sending him into dreamland and making him feel intoxicated. As the day went by, he focused on his school work and focused on football practice after. It wasn’t until he lay in bed that night when she was on his mind. Her beautiful eyes staring back into his kept replaying over and over. Ten o’clock turned to eleven o’clock, and he fell asleep to her eyes.
“Step Two: She’ll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath and when she hugs you her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths that could easily give you away.”
Her soft giggle filled the park as the two of them slowly walked through it. Snow was just beginning to fall and the street they were walking on was filled with twinkling lights. Sam slowly twined their fingers together, making both of their cheeks flush. He was happy she didn’t reject it and she was happy he did it. It only got colder out and by the time it was ten o’clock, her lips were numb. She smiled to herself thinking about the wonderful dinner they’d just had together. It seemed there was always something to talk about, never an awkward moment, and they both learned knew things about each other. “What are you smiling about?” Sam smirked looking over at her. She looked up at him, blushing even harder now that he caught her. “I was just thinking about tonight.” “Was I good date?” He asked and she giggled, nodding her head. “You’re a wonderful date.” Soft music was playing from inside one of the restaurants nearby and he stopped walking, turning in front of her. “Dance with me.” “What?” “Dance with me.” “Out here?” She asked, looking around them and he nodded, grabbing her hands and putting them on his shoulders. They slowly danced in the middle of the sidewalk, pressed against each other so tightly the wind couldn’t even get through them. She looked out across the road, then back up at Sam who had a small smile on his face as he looked down at her. “I think I’m falling in love with you.” She whispered and Sam smiled bigger. “Good, because I think I’m falling in love with you too.” “I love you.” She smiled. “I love you even more, Brooklyn.” Sam pressed his lips down on hers, warming them up instantly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, stepping up on her tip toes as Sam circled his arms around her waist.
“Step Three: When she’s curled up on your lap shaking with mismatched breaths you’ll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet.”
Sam slid the gray sweater over his blue button down, fixing the collar and making sure his khakis were perfectly smoothed out with no wrinkles. He grabbed his wallet and phone off of his dresser putting them in his pockets. He slid his Northface on, putting his keys inside his left pocket and making his way downstairs and out to his car. It was a snowy December day and Sam had a knot in his stomach the entire time he was driving to the funeral home. The entire hallway was crowded when he walked in and he took a deep breath before actually stepping into the room. Brooklyn was standing between her mom and dad in a maroon sweater dress that was tight on top and flowy on the bottom. Her back leggings matched with her black boots and when she saw Sam her eyes lit up. He made his way through the line rather quickly and Brooklyn jumped into his arms before his mother could say anything to him. “Hi, baby.” He whispered, kissing her hair. She sighed into his neck giving him goosebumps. When they pulled apart, he hugged her mom and shook her dad’s hand. Once she asked to be excused, the both of them walked out of the room and into a private section down the hall. Brooklyn hugged Sam again before completely breaking down. “Oh, princess.” He said quietly, smoothing her hair down and kissing her forehead. He sat down in one of the chairs and Brooklyn went with him, sitting side ways in his lap. “I’m trying to keep everything inside and I can’t.” She sobbed into his chest and it made Sam get an awful feeling in his stomach. It was killing him that she was so heartbroken. “You lost someone you love, Brooklyn, you’re entitled to cry as much as you want to, wherever you want to. And I’m here for you, you know that.” He ran his fingers through her hair and she nodded. “I love you so much.” She raised her head, her eyes red and filled with tears. “My poor girl.” He ran his thumbs across her cheeks and she smiled. “I love you.” Brooklyn hugged him before kissing him. “And I love you, so much more.” He kissed her again, looking into her eyes afterwards and cupping her cheek.
“Step Four: In half-light she’ll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into a perfect metaphor and you’ll hear it playback in your head at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her.”
Brooklyn was laying on Sam’s bed when he got out of the shower. It was almost two in the morning and it was freezing outside but inside together it was hotter than during the summer. Sam opened his dresser, grabbing a white v-neck, plaid boxers and black athletic shorts. Once he was dressed, he crawled into bed, hovering over Brooklyn, making her smile. “You smell so good.” She smiled, kissing his neck and breathing in his wonderful scent. Sam chuckled, kissing her neck once she put her head back down on the pillow. He lay down beside her, capturing her lips in a sweet kiss and rubbing her side under one of his sweatshirts that she was wearing. They lay in the dark talking for a while about anything that popped into their heads. Around five o’clock they both became quiet, taking in each others presence and breathing slowly. Sam let out a soft sigh, rubbing Brooklyn’s back softly. Her head was on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. The moon was shining through his window casting a quiet glow across the room. He felt her finger tips glide across his arm, drawing small patterns and tracing tiny veins that stuck out in his hand. Even when he was by himself, when he couldn’t sleep he could still feel her finger tips on his arm. He could still feel her lips on his neck and her legs around his waist. He was wrapped around her finger and he loved it.
“Step Five: You’ll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms and she’ll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper.”
Brooklyn and Sam were cuddled up next to each other on the couch in his den, watching The Notebook. It was one of Brooklyn’s favorites and of course Sam would do anything to be close to her. Their hands were twined together under the blanket and Sam’s free hand was on her thigh. As the movie dwindled down to the sex scene, the tension was getting higher in the room. Brooklyn was biting her lip while Sam was squeezing her thigh. Before Sam could process what was happening, Brooklyn was straddling his lap, both of them kissing each other roughly. His hands landed on her waist, holding her steady as he stood up. Her legs circled fully around his hips and Sam pressed her back against the wall. “Sam.” She whispered, gasping as he attacked her neck. “Oh my god.” Her finger tips were digging into his shoulder blade, the other hand on the back of his neck. The friction Sam was creating between the both of them was driving them insane and he wanted nothing more than to make love to her right there on the floor of the den. He softly lay her on the rug, his boner clearly making his presence. “My parents are going to be home soon.” He whispered, her lips detaching from his neck. “I don’t want to start something we can’t finish.” Brooklyn looked up at him and nodded. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.” Sam shook his head. “No, it’s okay.” Brooklyn softly kissed him. “I love you.” “I love you.” He smiled. The both of them got situated on the couch again, Sam trying his hardest to hide his little friend. His parents knocked on the door ten minutes later, coming in to say hello.
“Step Six: You’ll stare God right in the eye and tell him that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven with him because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise you’ll never forget.”
Sam smiled thinking about the previous night. Him and Brooklyn had finally made love and even though it wasn’t the greatest, they’d never felt so close to each other. As he made his bed and read the text she sent him, he could only smile at the months that he’d spent with her so far. I love you beyond belief. Thank you so much for last night. You make me so happy, I wouldn’t trade you for anything. Love you. Sam felt the exact same way. He wouldn’t trade her for the world. He wanted to travel with her and grow old with her. He wanted to be her husband and wake up to her every day. Brooklyn was the best thing that happened to him. He would always be happy to admit that he was completely and utterly in love with her. He had fallen in love with her.