its our first time around each other one on one. we sit awkwardly in my bed, slowly inching towards one another. soon enough we’re joking, watching one of my favorite films; the little rascals. occasionally i catch a glimpse of you looking at me from the corner of my eye. you look so content, and i start to think about the last time i looked at someone that way. i go so far back in my mind that you ask me what im thinking about, and when i just smile crookedly in response, you laugh. you compliment me countless times, and i’m trying desperately to hide my hideous blushing. i wish i could take a compliment, but you dont seem to mind. you tell me you are going to make me believe you one day, and i want to tell you i already do. i could tell from the moment i met you that nothing about you could ever be cold hearted or mean spirited. maybe this is where the attraction lay - you’re almost painfully polite and there is something so sincerely innocent about you. midnight turns into three in the morning, im laying with my head on your chest and your arms around my waist. we both cant seem to stop laughing at each other, and looking down at my tattooed feet tangled in your tattooed legs, i cant help but smile, but not one of my jaded not-too-wide as to avoid a faux paux smiles - i really, fucking, smile. so big my cheeks throb. you pull me closer into you by my lower back, and as you kiss me, another smile comes to me. im thankful and completely excited to see where this new companionship leads me.
‘come my love, we have oceans to sail.’
