I laid on my back and watched the clouds roll over above me. I had been wondering about clouds for a long time now. It seemed I was slowly figuring it out. Figuring out about clouds, and figuring out about myself.
I was waiting for your arrival. I expected you to show up behind me, seeing you walk over to me upside down. I'd like to see you in every angle.
You came on your bike, and although I didn't see you throw it on the ground, I knew you did. You were excited to see me. I was excited to see you, too.
You sat next to me on the beach and I realized that it was a perfect moment. Not the typical perfect moment, but I enjoyed you being by my side. I always do.
You said you wanted to read my work. There is a little bit of you inside everything that I have written. Not intentionally, but you have always been there. In the back of my mind, just hanging out. Getting to know me, slowly, over time.
I laid my head in the sand as the wind rushed my hair back and forth across my face. I cleared the hair from my eyes, catching glimpses of the suns light casting down on me. I caught your eyes on mine. I looked back at you for a quick second and turned away. It's all I can stand, really. (And no, not in a bad way)