In an instant it felt right, relaxed and safe.
Like slipping into an old couch reading a book.
The mind was wary at how strangely uncomplicated it was.
The heart was busy trying to keep up with the surge of emotions imploding.
Internally, the battle of the mind and the heart began.
The babbling went on, the exchanges witty and wonderful.
A touch here and there, hands locked, sealing in stolen kisses that fell on bare shoulders.
The heart was full and that scary comfortable wonderful feeling began to surface.
The rest of the story never unfolded.
My heart holds a secret that warms me at night.
I think that I am the only one awake staring at the ceiling.
I close my eyes holding on to that warm kiss, that tight embrace.
I fall asleep with sweet feelings inside my body and a big smile on my face.
He never returned the day after.
Nerves running around in circles like little tadpoles trapped in a jar.
Excitement not felt in a long time.
The story begins to unfold.
An old time favorite, Pinot Grigio arrives in bucket!
Delightful bites of pizza and warm conversation.
Familiar and yet it was the first time around.
The galaxy spun in all directions that cool night.
Without a care in the world the mood turned cozy.
It seemed like the night would never end.
It felt like I finally had arrived.
It ended before it even took off.