The Beginning Of Something New (a short love story)

As we stood under a weeping willow in the silvery moonlight of neverland. I thought back to the time when he said his eyes reminded him of the first time we had picked sugar snap peas but to me, they are hot summer days lying in the sun baked grass dreaming the day away. They are like the smell of pine needles and the clearness of them frozen in a stream. They are the color of happiness and of home, something I don't have much of. The feel of his arms around me holding me close, If only I could be at home right now with my mom. I start to snivel and tear up. He pulls away a little so he can see my face," Why are you crying my love?" I look up and he wipes my tears away. Nothing has prepared me for this moment, he puts his hands on the small of my back and like a feather, his lips touch mine. He backs away and turns a red that maches his feathered hat. Before he can say anything else I lace my fingers around his neck and pull him under. I find his belt loops and put my thumbs through them as he closes the inches between us. I bite his lip and pull away to breathe resting my cheek on his chest. Home. This is so close to home. This might be the end or the beginning, but for me it is the beginning of finding my way home. Like the little pine needles sweeping down the stream, I will find my home. Our home.