day one: you asked me if i was okay as i tried to hide the tears that were spilling down my face. i looked at you and my heart stopped right there and whispered, "hello old friend, I've been waiting for you"
day two: i woke up to a good morning text. i knew this was the beginning.
day three: we threw rocks in the river and you laughed as i slipped off my shoes in the dark and waded into the ice cold water. i told you how it made me feel alive to have it biting at my skin
day four: you told me it was a bad idea, that we weren't allowed to do this as your kisses led there way from the nape of my neck to the horizon of my lips
day five: i realized how beautiful you were when you spoke about the things you loved, how your smile threatened to consume your whole face. but i also realized how beautiful you looked when you talked about the things that hurt, the things that you would never forget no matter how hard you tried
day six: i thought i would know you forever, in whatever sense that meant, i thought you would stick around. i realized how delusional this sounded after six days of knowing you. but you said you would stay.
day seven: the urge took over and i gave it all to you. every secret my body held, the words spilling off my tongue and into the space between us like a waterfall. like i said the urge took over and i gave it all to you.
day eight: you didn't value me enough to even whisper an explanation.
day nine: we were a story cut off mid sentence. with no happily ever af....