Our timid hearts dance across the room.
I take a glance at you for a brief minute, and there you are; being the sweetheart I adore and love the most.
You catch my eyes instantly, and I melt from the intensity. The chemistry felt between us in such a simple, wordless moment of intimacy.
Your eyes speak so many love words I can't decode, that I wish you could write down into some sheet of music and create a melody. In a piece of paper to create a poem.
I smile softly at you, you smile back. You caress my soul with the softest of pinks in your pale cheeks.
I believe myself to be so free, so careless about the world around me, but this moment only is proof enough that it's a lie. I can't be free if my body drifts back to you.
If my mind keeps replaying your name like a prayer.
If my heart keeps guarding your name as if the most precious of jewels. As if it would never let go of that space made only for you, as if it wants you to be eternal in my soul memory.
You suddenly approach me, ask me if I'm alright.
I nod and try to compose myself a bit. I don't like to show my messiness caused by you.
I want to appear to be in charge, when in reality you pull the strings of my entire being.
I take one of your hands, trying to reassure you that nothing's wrong. that the wind today messed up my hair and that's the real reason of my spaced out behaviour.
You squeeze it softly, carefully, as if you could break me.
I wonder if you know that yeah, you could. You're the only one that could break me in a million pieces.
And I would be shamefully deligthed, but only because I gave you the permission, and because I know even then, you'd be a dear and do it very gently. Very lovingly.
A moment passes. We are both a beautiful, adoring mess: Our faces are red, our smiles are big enough to hurt, our eyes spark like tiny stars.
I feel myself implode. It's too much, too much..