It's 2:00 on a Saturday. There is a full house and the chaos of children singing and dancing surrounds me, I am among them, I am their teacher. They are all looking to me for the steps. I look out and see you in the audience, you smile at me. I almost forget a dance that I created myself.
It's 9:00, Monday morning and we're driving two hours away. We giggle and get some chicken wings. By eleven that night, we kiss a lot. You say you want to be with me, I agree. Then we're snoozing and I'm wrapped in your arms.
It's Tuesday Morning and you wake up first, take a selfie with me, asleep, and send it to me. Then you wake me up with a kiss on the nose. We go downstairs. You make me french toast and brew my coffee the way I like it. The way I told you I liked it a week ago when you asked me over text. I receive the picture and punch you in the arm. I'm starting to trust you.
