Not Afraid

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i remember the day i met you; it was all cotton candy and long limbs and a nervous exchange of phone numbers. i don't know if you remember or not, because your memory is actually pretty rough, but i'll just pretend you do. 

you hadn’t wanted to ride the roller coaster but i’d convinced you in the end. (only hours after meeting and you were already letting me talk you into things. you told me that blue eyes were your weakness - i had secretly hoped it was just my blue eyes, not just blue eyes in general). i laughed as we were carried down hills and around curves by the train as you clutched onto the lap bar for your life. i don’t know when i noticed, but as soon as i did i reached over and grabbed your hand in mine. you didn't pull back.

and that was the beginning.