We sat in a field dressed in formal attire.

This is what we get for leaving my mother's wedding.

You kept asking if we would go back,
and I simply don't have an answer.

I've spent my entire life running from things like this,
and never returning since I can't handle it.

But then I met you and I could come back to you.
I could tell you that I hated you and I loved you at the same time.

Before I knew it we were kissing in this field,
and I had no control over the situation.

Articles of clothing were being pealed off our skin and I stopped you.
I couldn't do this;
not like this
not now.

You apologized and gave me back my black dress,
and I gave you back your white button up.

"I currently love you."

The statement made you smiled and you nodded.

"I currently love you too."

And with that we got up and went back to the wedding,
even though we smelt of hormones and love.