1. First Dates
I’ll never forget the first time he ran his hand through my hair. I was engulfed in the way he looked at me: like I was a treasure, like I meant something. I’ll remember the chilly autumn air and the shudder in my bones when his chapped lips met mine. I’ll remember how embarrassed I was when I pulled away from him in surprise. “Nonono, I didn’t mean to, do it again!” I recall crying, shoving my hands in my pockets. I remember how he laughed at me and after a period of begging, he kissed me again with his chapped lips and I didn’t pull away.
2. Only Sometimes
She loved him for the way he walked with a bounce in his step, a certain energy and swagger that only he could obtain. She loved him for his smile could light up her day (his eyes crinkled at the corners and lit with this little boy mischievousness and she loved it). She loved him for he put himself into everything, even if it broke him. She loved him for his good days and his bad ones, she wished that she could heal him, she wished that she could always be the reason for his smile. But she wasn’t always. Only sometimes.
I wish that you would send me a sign, whether it be a note or a motion or an aerial display or a smoke signal or actually spoken from your mouth. I need something to go on, here.