S T R U M

C R A Z Y

His voice sounded like velvet.

   And his hair glistened like golden strands underneath the lights.
I was so close to the stage that I could see his hazel eyes shine each time his eyes landed on me.

My cheeks became warm as he strummed his guitar, singing Each lyric as he looked at me as a small smile graced his lips.

   The whole night felt like a dream

And all of it felt so crazy.

Everyone was screaming and the underaged bar was filled with teenagers who pushed and jumped to the music.

And of course there were the few who hung around at the back standing quietly with a soda In their hands as they listened to the music,
And it reminded me of myself a few months ago which made me smile
And look up at the stage again.

He was so beautiful that my mind told me to run as far away that I could get from him

      And that all of this was in my head.

But it wasn't

         Because every time his eyes met mine and his copper hair fell on his face,
     My chest felt warm and tingly

And everything felt alright.
***
"So how was it?"

He was standing so close that i could feel his warmth and could smell the product he used on his hair.

He was so close that my heart was beating too quickly for my breath to catch up.

  And his fingers wrapped themselves around mine engulfing them.

    They were big and soft and i could feel the veins on the back of his hands.

"It was...crazy."

This made him laugh and I swear i felt all the blood rush to my cheeks and my hands began to feel sweaty.

But his were too.

"Crazy?"

"Crazy good."