The first shy conversation, afraid to make eye contact for too long.
The first coffee, staring down our mugs with a smile.
The first road trip with laughter and jokes in the car.
The first meal together, where we acted too polite.
The first horror series marathon, your hand almost touched mine.
You asked if I was scared, I said no even though I was.
The almost kiss in the car outside my house.
We both wanted it but too scared to make the move.
The first falling alseep with a smile on my face because of you.
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 5:00 AM UTC
The first shy conversation, afraid to make eye contact for too long.
The first coffee, staring down our mugs with a smile.
The first road trip with laughter and jokes in the car.
The first meal together, where we acted too polite.
The first horror series marathon, your hand almost touched mine.
You asked if I was scared, I said no even though I was.
The almost kiss in the car outside my house.
We both wanted it but too scared to make the move.
The first falling alseep with a smile on my face because of you.
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