lying

I remember lying next to you. It was a picture-perfect sunny morning. A few clouds, but it felt like we had all the time in the world. Looking up, trying to blink though the rays. You rolled over onto your stomach, smiling, and we locked eyes. And I remember.

You were so beautiful.

Drop dead gorgeous. With your airy laugh and soft hands, mischeivious eyes and drive like no one else, gosh, I could kiss you.

I could kiss you.

That thought hit me like a train. I could just sit up a little, and kiss you. Or pull you down to me and kiss you. As simple as that. And its such a free, casual thought. It came naturally. Just like how yesterday I thought maybe I could hold you hand infront of everyone in class. Or give you a bunch of red hearts, including the one in my chest. Or call you mine, and be yours.

I realized then, I was falling for you. We were lying on the field, on the ground, and I was still falling.