written march 5

last night, he said that he likes my fingers, and he remembers that my fingernails matched my apple on the time of the 11:11 lunch—I like that he thought that way
----also, he wanted to find my hipbones—and then he said he wanted to learn my body—and once, our teeth hit when we attempted to kiss—so perfectly imperfect….i opened one eye when we were kissing and caught his eyes with it….. –he said he had really long eyelashes as a kid--


how did this happen?
What did I do right
Where was the point
Where it became
This perfect?
How did I get here?
When is the moment
When it all goes wrong?



He says I have a cute nose. Asks if anyone has ever told me that—says of course they have. Says he likes that one little curve on the back of my neck, where his hand rested. I want to walk more slowly, savor the short walk to the rec. When we stop walking, he wraps his jacket around me and I lean in, my face pressed against his chest, and would be okay to stay like this a little bit longer. I kept trying to write in my head, to put together words that could perfectly describe everything, and I couldn’t, I couldn’t think of any words. My mind was speechless. I have goosebumps as I write this now…it seems to be the after-effect of the poprocks he gives me with each kiss…..and…I’m still amazed---completely amazed---and stunned and lost and found and everything and still more and…I don’t even have words, still I am stunned every time he kisses me.