I sit across the table from him unable to stop smiling. I’ve known him a week and a half. This isn’t long enough to know someone. He moved my drink and reaches for my hand. His hands are warm and the smile returns to my face. He pinches my cheeks and brushes the hair from my face. The music is too loud. I can’t hear him well enough. He’s right across from me and it feels so far. This doesn’t seem real. Why does this feel so right?
We pay the bill. The distance between the table is too much. We exit and kiss because it’s been too many minutes since our lips met. He takes my hand and I squeeze it to make sure it’s not a dream. We find a place and sit down. Finally we are side by side. We talk about everything and nothing. His arm around me. We smoke and drink. We kiss long. We kiss short. My cheeks hurt from smiling. This happy feeling that I haven’t known in so long. The lust. The laughs. Stop being so scared. Just enjoy it. Just let this be right let it happen.
An awkward exchange of words happen. Why bother waiting? I feel like I’ve known him forever. How can we start a relationship after a week and a half. After ‘4’ dates?
But we do because it feels good. It feels right. We title it. We toast to us. Our glasses clink. Our lips meet. I don’t want to leave. How has 4.5 hours passed so quickly?
Sometimes you just have to do what feels right. Maybe this will end horribly. But maybe it won’t. I need to learn to stop guessing everything and to live in the moment.
His hands his smile his kisses and his touch. They feel like a dream. I’ll cherish them and hope I never wake up from it. This overwhelming happiness is completely unknown to me.
But it feels damn good.
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