I would be wearing your favourite dress, and the wind would mess up my hair.
I’d see the outline of your figure in the distance, and my heart would beat a thousand times a minute.
I would be stuck between running as fast as I can and embracing you fiercly, or standing there in shyness and nervousness, but staring deeply and intently into your eyes.
You’d be the brightest firefly that glistens and glows in my eyes, and I’d be a little bluebell butterfly flapping her wings with joy. And together we make brightness, radiance, beauty, and grace
And I’d look at you, **** in a deep, shaky breath, but no matter how much air I try to inhale-nothing would ease the beauty I’m taking in.
I wouldn’t even scan your body, I’d go straight for your eyes. And that smile. And to hear you speak words in person.
And we would walk in the park, analysing and observing everything like us poets do, from the way the trees sway in the wind to how gently the water flows; to the flowers and the birds and the colour of the sky.
We’d sit in silence and let our thoughts and our hearts communicate to each other’s souls. We’d watch the sun slowly set and sink deeper and deeper below, turning from a passionate orange to bronze, to deep and mystical hues of pink and purple.
We’d call it art, poetry, but in reality I’d be comparing you to the sunset and deciding that you may just be more of a beautiful sight.
And maybe the next morning we’d meet and watch the sun turn from a lavender purple to a periwinkle blue- to a deeper and happier blue, watching the clouds part from one another and the golden sun glisten in the sky.
And once again, we’d watch while I compare you to it, and realise that once again, I can’t compare you to anything because you would always be the winning factor. But I do it anyway, just so I can think of you.
And your voice would be the most beautiful melody that I would ever hear, and I’d replay your voicemails and videos over and over again, a lullaby that would lull me to sleep, a voice to ease my pain, a voice to make me less scared of the monsters in the dark, a voice to make me laugh when I feel sad.
When I close my eyes and listen to you talk, my world becomes peaceful and nothing seems scary anymore. And I imagine that voice coming closer, your presence, until I can hear you whisper so closely in my ear, sending shivers down my spine, telling me secrets or any silly little thing.
And I’d run my fingers through your hair, observing the fluffiness and the softness. And I’d let you run your fingers through mine.
And our first kiss would be magical. I don’t think I would ever regret it, I don’t think I would ever get enough. I’d replay that special memory in my mind every day, longing to go back and experience it again. Because nothing is more beautiful than the first time you lay eyes on someone, and when you kiss them for the very first time.
I’d drink my cup of coffee and leave a lipgloss stain on the rim of the cup, and we’d joke about things and occasionally sit in silence and just look at each other, sweetly and serenely.
And if the night ever came where we decided to undress more than our souls, that would live in my heart forever. We’ve already exposed every inch, every crevice, every depth of our souls, raw, naked, stripped down to the bone, to each other. Completely bare hearts, **** emotions. So with our skin, that wouldn’t ever make us quiver with fear. To see every inch, physically and internally, would be the greatest desire of desires.
You ask me to dance, and you take my hand in yours and run your thumb along the bumps of my knuckles and the lines on my palms, feeling and examining the very hands that write, and touch, and hold. Your hands, warm and soft, slow the fast-paced rhythm of my heart, and suddenly everything isn’t so scary. In fact, nothing could be scary with you by my side.
The glow of the lights bounce around the room, glistening and gleaming with our every move, keeping up with the beat. I step on your feet a couple of times, apologising for being so clumsy.
Our favourite song comes on and the aura changes;
I stare intently at your chest, as looking into your eyes would be too nerve-wracking- but alas, I bravely decide to look up. I feel vulnerable and insecure, wondering why you look at me the way you do when I clearly don’t see myself to be so beautiful.
Your eyes glitter and swirl with emotion, and the colour reminds me of autumn leaves on a crisp, November morning. The way your eyelashes curl, the crinkle of your brow, the bridge of your nose, your smile lines, the little lines on your pink lips, your chin, everything is an art form.
There would be nothing better in that moment, in the entire world, than being close to you. I would feel like the luckiest and happiest girl in the world.
And I lean in and lay my head on your shoulder, my arms around your neck, and I study your breaths, the hums and the vibrations of your heart.
Our heartbeats align and follow each other, and I can feel the softness of your breath, as your chest gently rises up and down, and I wonder how you could ever want that to cease. The way you breathe is beautiful.
And I’d say, “do you remember the night we met? Take me back. Take us back there.”
And we’d close our eyes and reminisce the time we accidentally stumbled upon each other, me in the depths of boredom looking for a human being to talk to, and you making something for fun, without realisation that this could ever happen.
The best accident I ever made was finding the most beautiful human somewhere that you would least think of.
He is the northern wind, fallen leaves on an autumn night. He is Saturn. He is Apollo. He is Venus. He is everything in between. The arms of the moon in the sky. I will wrap myself around his heart, be the wall of his heart. The light to call him back home.
But for now we’re still young. I want to build a kingdom with you.
In one kiss, you’ll know all I haven’t said.
To kiss like the world is ending tomorrow and you want to commit the taste of our mouthes to our soul’s memory.
Let’s just lay together and forget the world.
I hope he forgives me after seeing this