It is 4:08 and I am standing on a pier with you,
the waves are violent yet calm
I don’t think I’ve ever felt more happy except for that brief time I got to hold your hand,
it’s not even the fact that I want to kiss you or that I want to know everything about you;
how you taste, how you feel, and every thought that has ever gone through your mind,
It’s the fact that I have never felt more comfortable with anyone else in my life.
I feel like I could tell you anything and everything,
which I will in the car ride home.
But for now it is 4:08 and I’m in love