Without me, you can’t be whole.
Without you, you are nothing.
I love you. Right?
I love you too.

Our breaths were tight, and we held them, savoring the taste of each other on our lips. I couldn’t imagine it being more perfect. Or I mean, you. Months ago, I would have stayed home, asked you to just drop me off on the corner, yes there is fine. But something came alive inside. Bravery? No. Courage? No.

It must have been the moment I looked into your eyes. I was afraid. Scared to death of what I might see back. All I could see was me, swimming in your blue forever. And now we lay, our backs pressed against the rusted metal of the shiny silver slide, the playground I had grown up at,  just a mere mile away from my own home. Your arm under my head, my eyes open too wide, waiting for that shooting star. It was like a drinking game and I’m the alcoholic; every shooting star was one more kiss, every airplane one touch closer. You would laugh at me, run your hands through my hair, slowly. I closed my eyes, drunk off a buzz I couldn’t blame on beer.

Is this forever?
No it can’t be.
So are we all just temporary?
No. We are now.

It amazed me how our hands fit so perfectly together, how our bodies intertwined instantly, like the sob after a cry, the light after a switch. We were meant to be.
Is this what you wanted?
I’ve been waiting for this all my life.
No wait. I’ve been getting ready all my life for this.