Favorite Candle

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I hear the loud, grumpy rumbling of her truck outside my house even over the music I had blaring trying to calm my nerves.

I look outside, sure enough, to see her headlights in my driveway and my heart starts doing cartwheels in my chest.

I have never done a thing like this before.

Mom's not home.

Out. I'm guessing.

It's 11:47 and I put on my cutest pajamas

Under that, I have paired a hot pink diamond incrested bra with my favorite pair of lace panties.

I want to feel beautiful.

I want to feel worth something.

As I look in the mirror one last time I think, "this is as good as it's going to get."

Three knocks and I freeze.

"This is it, this is it, this is it."

I have the thought playing on repeat in my head as I try and I try and I try to gain the courage to go to the door.

I breathe.

When I open the door she comes inside, of course.

I smile at her.

I can't help but smile at her.

We talk. Lightly. About things that don't matter.

She hugs me and I breathe in deeply.

Because if her scent were a candle it would be my faovirte.

Being with her. Just being with her.

Being with her is my definition of paradise.

Who needs a beach and warm sand and palm trees

When I can feel the warmth of her skin touching mine

And I can see oceans in her eyes

And her breath on my ear..

That is the best kind of breeze.

While we're laying on the couch wathing The Lybrath on Netlfix.

The oceanic sound of her heartbeat tells me that this is the only paradise I need.

The radiation of her beauty is just short of sufficating.

I look up at her and I can't* breathe*

It's only five minutes into the movie and I'm kissing her as if she is the only oxygen left in the room.

You can't fake this kind of attraction.

And you sure can't dull it either..

She stops. She looks down at me and asks, "Are you okay?"

I say, "I have never been better."

I understand, why, she would be concerned.
Surprised.

Because people like me aren't known for doing things like this.

Things like this, don't know, people like me

But tonight, I don't give a shit

I don't want to be, "people like me" tonight.

She is all I need.

My love.

She made me feel beautiful.

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