I'm happy, excited, infatuated and scared.
What if? What if, what if, what if, what if?
What if I fall in love with him? I call him by a nickname and I hold his hand and I leave butterfly kisses across his jawbone. I play with his hair and I like it when he holds my waist.
We're lying on the rocks at the beach, warming up and drying off from swimming. I look at the sky and the water and close my eyes. He says something to me. I didn't hear what it was but it doesn't matter, because now we're kissing and he tastes sweet. He lays back down and his eyes are shut but he's smiling. I look at him because I know he can't see me doing it, and he's beautiful.
It's not really that he's incredibly attractive or anything. Yeah, he's cute and tall, but pretty average. He has little flaws. What really shows is when he's happy. It shines through his smile and his movements and his words and his eyes.
Oh, his eyes. One is brown, the other one is blue. I hate looking at just the blue one be