First.

The first of October; maybe we are really starting over…

You walk in my home comfortably, you even stay the night. Shotguns of your air into my lungs makes me feel like everything is right.

I can’t help but keep my guard up-just waiting on you to switch.. and toss all of this aside again like forgotten trash cluttered in a ditch.

I feel so proud to be seen with you-I feel so safe in your claiming grip. I love turning to find your gaze on me, love the smile that’s on your lips.

Music and laughter while driving is like the heat lightning in the sky; an energy shoots through my entire being when your hand is gripped around my thigh.

First night that we haven’t been physical-so why does it feel so intimate? I think you’re starting to realize it too, that we are the perfect fit.