you delicately took the figurine from my hands, "is this you giving me bad luck? is my house going to burn down."
i shrugged, "i'll take it back—"
you grabbed it from its place upon the bench and refused to hand it over. "no."
i shook my head and laughed. you were new and all so exciting. but i didn't think i was ready for new.
but i knew if you asked me to be yours. all i would be saying was yes.
