A.J.

Lucid dreams and wet boxer briefs. My head was swimming as I drove the 2 states back home. The events of the last 48 hours playing in my mind. I could smell her skin. Honeysuckles and rain. Sweet but natural. My heart pitifully added like everything else about her. This was to much my mind screamed. I have to turn around my heart screamed back. "No!" I half scream half begged at the windshield.
This was to much. Or was it exactly enough? My heart echoed the words through my body. My hands gripped the wheel turning it uncontrollably the car spun around back in the direction of the eccentrically created brown-eyed beauty that held all claims to have dreamed of me since she was 6 years old. I thought in disbelief to myself
Who loves you for you with a childlike innocence my heart added in her defense I laughed out loud it wasn't funny just held an amusing truth I turned up the radio Ron Pope song Crazy Beautiful Love ring out through the speakers I laughed harder now at the irony of life