I saw you first when we were eighteen. We weren’t wild, just some carefree teens who stay up all night waiting for the dawn of a new day. As our eyes met, the light pillars appeared; we don’t need fireworks to ignite the sky. Asking each other’s name, you offered a hand that made me anxious as bloody hell as I met you halfway. That day was so special, and so are the days we’ve spent together.
I saw you for the nth time, yet I still elicit those trepidations. All hell breaks loose every time you’re near me; I promise you’re going to be the death of me! Are you an enchanted being who cursed my heart, or just a human being who’s just captivating? Whatever it is, all I can say is that you’re amazing. Have I told you you’re beautiful?
If I saw you in my next lifetime, I still couldn’t get enough of your Duchene smile, your mischievous giggles, and your seductive glares. Whenever we tease each other, we’ll still end up cuddling in our queen-sized bed, holding on to each other, afraid we’ll fall apart, but we knew we'd be safe if one fell.
