It is 6:48 P.M.,
and I am absolutely sure of 3 things.
1. It is 6:48 P.M.
2. The ocean is salty,
and 3. You are the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on.*

You asked when I got off work.

So hours later, I found myself,
cuddled in close to a girl I haven't even known for 48 hours,
but felt as if I had known her a lifetime.

The movie was terrible,
like brussel sprouts to a toddler.
But the smell of your skin,
and the warmth of your fingers made me feel
like we were in some cheesy chick flick watching a horrible movie.
We probably were.

I told you I had a secret to tell you,
but instead I kissed you.
And you asked to hear more secrets.

I held your hand tighter then a grenade,
I kissed you harder then I've ever dragged a cigarette.
Your eyes, I swear they melt me.

I've fallen in love with the way you move.
The way you speak,
the way you breathe.
It beautiful in every aspect of the word,
and I'm a little impulsive and have trouble gathering my thoughts together,
and I know I shouldn't do such horrid things,
but they keep me sane,
or at least my belief of sane.
You terrify me with the way you stare at me, and make me feel like I'm worthwhile.
But I'm no different then the horrible movie we watched on a late December night.

You told me you never wanted to go further then just 'company'.
But you claim we were a couple in your head.
And now since I lost my footing when you knocked it out from under me,
I can't seem to stand back up.
So come and join me, because darling,
I've got a countless amount of secrets to tell you.