a Tuesday night 9:20pm
Our first encounter consisted of foggy weather and light sweaters. Sharing candy corns over moist sand and swing sets had never felt so natural.
With the snap of a cream soda bottle an indirect kiss was shared between one drink.
I gained two new pieces of clothing to wear and a closer relationship to glow over.
Our goodbye hug is only remembered by what I touched rather than what I felt. I'd like to reverse time and experience where exactly his palms were placed and how the pressure of his chin on my shoulder really felt.
continuation Wednesday night 11:08 pm
It's like fire burning blue beneath the bones that cage my chest. Maybe that is why I dislike it so much, because of its overwhelming effect. Instead of butterflies I feel bees and instead of a warm feeling I feel arson. It makes me gulp lumps that clog my throat and it makes my hands sweaty. My face heats up with the color of danger and I feel a bit faint.
But it must all add up to how difficult it could be in actually letting yourself like someone.
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