I could feel it creeping up inside me, a frog in my throat - choking -what have you.
So, I closed my eyes, and it didn't take long for me to be able to imagine the pain that was shooting up my shin as you stepped on my toes, tripping over my feet as we danced for the first time. I gulped hard, becoming overwhelmed by the warmness I felt radiating from the look in your eyes.
And your eyes were so... deep, but not like the ocean, but like the all of everything. I was merely captivated by the contents that were contained inside of them. Layers upon layers of mystery were interwoven in their colors. The colors in your irises were flickering like ancient stars exploding against the stark-black night sky.
There was, too, familiarity yet to be found. This made absolutely no sense to me. The way you had me feeling in this moment was beyond any reason I could come up with, or any explanation that could be provided to me. Perhaps, these feelings were past anything comprehensible at all.
I couldn't help that my heart had flipped. Here I am, before you now, awkwardly shuffling my legs together, not knowing what to make of the invasive fluttering feeling happening in my chest.
I imagined, too, the softness of your lips, and how they would feel pressed against mine. I could feel your breath tickle the tip of my nose as you pulled me in closer and whispered my name in my ear almost inaudibly. Nervous, my legs begin to quake on their own, as well. My mind was suddenly unable to keep track of its own words. It was god awful how tacky my palms were becoming now that they were completely doused in a heavy blanket of sweat.
I could see the light that was reflecting off of the curls in your hair. Your skin glistened and made me grin so wide, just like wet shells on along the seashore would. The most beautiful thing I'd laid eyes upon... You.
You were beautiful not only because of the sheer beauty you possessed, but also for so many other things I could see myself falling in love with. At this point, you've noticed I've drifted off. You rest your finger and thumb underneathe my chin. And of course, what do you tell me? That everything will be okay.
I fall into you subsequently, and happily so.
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