it seemed surreal then, laying there. I would play a song and then you would play one. we laughed at each other's music tastes. we lied there in the vibrant grass, the ends tickling our arms and necks. we took videos of us lip syncing and sent them to each other. we took pictures together but none of them seemed good enough to capture the real moment. we talked about everything, from our favorite dance moves to purposes in life. I would sling my arm across your body just to mess with you. you would push me over to get revenge and I would pretend to be mad or hurt but I'd really just admire your reaction to everything. in conversation, I would playfully smack your arm or poke you, but what seemed nonchalant was me purposely stealing chances to touch you and be close to you. you would lay on me, pretending to be the girl in the relationship and breaking stereotypes, and I would text you to get off because I was too lazy to say it. you felt your phone vibrate and checked your notifications, and when you did, you grumbled and threw your phone at me. we looked up at the sky, while the drifting clouds passed. I watched the excitement in your eyes as you took in the beauty of the scene. you pointed out animals you saw in them and I would laugh because they looked nothing like animals. you would argue and then I'd throw grass at you and you would throw it back and it would turn into a war because we can never seem to be normal when we're around each other. after a while, we tried to stay silent and just listen to the lyrics to songs but when you looked at me and I looked back, we would automatically smile, bigger and bigger until full snorts erupted. I laughed at your laugh and you laughed at mine. gasping for breath, and finally quieting down, I'd look at your eyes, and like the calm in a storm, things would stop, and though I'll never know what goes on in that head of yours, all I remember thinking was how lucky I was.
