Blooming thoughts.

Drown.

I take a deep breath in the mirror, fixing my hair more than twice.

I start to drive toward our meeting point, my trembling hands.

My favorite song was playing on the radio, talking about coincidence.

I arrived earlier, but then you were behind the glass door and...

My heart skipped a beat when my cheek brushed yours, gently.

For once I was letting myself drown into something beautiful.