oh, those warm summer afternoons.
afternoons lightly filled with ecstasy
and soft, fluttering heart palpitations.
it was undeniable that at her every laugh,
his movements were noticeably influenced by a sense of
euphoric bliss.
they were moments where his eyes would meet hers,
hands timidly brushing against her fingertips, in hopes he could hear
that harmonious choir of song
out of those same lips.
they were those five, four, three, two minutes where i could not help
but long to tell him;
that despite that confident smile her voice brought to his face,
in spite of the way she made his insides toss and turn during late nights,
despite how sure he was that she truly adored him,
she was not in love with him.
oh, those warm summer afternoons.
so dangerously witnessed.
