As a kid my parents would tell me to start counting backwards from ten whenever I feel like my heart is pumping to quickly . It was May 20th when we started to talk, when we started hanging out every day at lunch and on the afternoons; I'll say we were pretty much falling in love and didn't notice at first. You called me at 2am on a Saturday morning to come hang out on your rooftop because you didn't live that far from me, I got on my bicycle and made my way to your house while listening to Roy Blair your favorite artist. I turned the corner and there you were sitting on the rooftop while the cool morning breeze blew through your hair you looked to darn beautiful. "Hey, come I'll help you up," you whispered as you grabbed my hand and then my waist, you looked into my eyes and I looked into yours it looked like the ocean. You pulled me closer and I didn't even hesitate to lean forward, I saw your eyes move from my eyes and onto my lips. You looked confused as to whether or not you should continue or not so I took my shaking hands and placed it on your head with my fingers combing through your black hair then i counted 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, and leaned in even closer, our lips interlocked while you stroked your fingers down my back as I smiled and you giggled. That night we were just two teenagers in love, two teenagers on the verge of getting our hearts broken in the end.
