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Apr 2013
Join me in this moment,
The time capsule of my mind.
When I said words that made you laugh,
The first night we met.

Come back with me
To the night that we were strangers,
With no intention of being anything else.
When every inch you leaned, made my stomach levitate.

Sit with me and reminisce;
When your hand brushed mine for the first time.

Back when you tried to be cute.
You picked up the whipped cream
To spray in my face,
but your depth perception was a bit off.
My nose only bled a little.

Come back to when it was innocent.
Before I got comfortable,
Before you got bored.

Back when you tried to be ****.
You lifted me up to the kitchen counter,
To kiss me, like in the movies,
And sat me on a full cup of water.
As the liquid soaked through my jeans
We couldn’t help but laugh.
  
When I was new, and you were new,
And neither of us knew where it would go.

Put your hand on my thigh and admit
That just because it did not work,
Does not mean it wasn’t love.
Laura Fitzpatrick
Written by
Laura Fitzpatrick  San Diego
(San Diego)   
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