But time makes you bolder, even children get older. And I’m getting older, too.
Landslide, Fleetwood Mac
“I’m happy we’re doing this,” you said. “We haven’t really talked like this in a while, and I’ve been wanting to speak with you.” I perked up a little, trying to blink the drowsiness from my heavy eyes. I wanted to listen, to truly hear what you had to say. Then again, you never did have much trouble catching my attention.
As I molded my body to yours, we swayed back and forth, even with no music in the background. Just our conversation and soft laughter. I press myself against your chest and listen closely to your heartbeat. Continue reading “’til next weekend”→