Words That I Keep To Myself

Midnight Blue

I remember that summer evening like it was yesterday. We had gone to the beach. You, my best friend, and I. 

She had only come with us because I was too scared to ask you, so I made her do it for me. The second she got the chance, though, she ditched us. I didn't know what to do.

Me and you had only ever spoken in the presence of others, but now we were alone. I had tried not to look at you. You kept staring at me. 

I glanced over to see if it was with disgust or some other negative emotion. Instead, all I saw were two eyes–a cruelly beautiful deep blue looking at me with such affection. I felt bare and exposed. 

I didn't mind.

I started staring too.  I couldn't help it. Ocean eyes framed by blazing auburn curls. The wind was blowing just enough to move your hair. Just enough to make me move my hand toward your head. To sweep the curls out of your face. And there, my hand stayed.

"Anesmé." You said my name. 

"Selina." I said yours.

Slowly, closer and closer we got. Until our lips hung over each other. Nobody moved. Then, someone did. 

The last thing I remember was the waves from your midnight blue eyes suffocating me.

And that was okay. I didn't mind drowning.