"We were alone and I was singing this song for you"

Nothing mattered most to me than that moment. I felt it, pounding so hard against my ribs… I had to run away, if only for a minute. I thought that, since it was sort of a cliché, it wouldn’t matter; but it mattered and were I made of ice, in that moment, I’d be a puddle of water by your feet.

Those words were beautiful, even though almost all of them weren’t yours. I knew them and I have given them my own interpretation, so when I heard them… I… I repeated them with you, despite all the pounding in my chest. I don’t know if that’s want you wanted, but… were you feeling it too? (since it was only me and you.)

I dreamt of you holding me hours before you held me; eerie, right? I dreamt of you and your soft lips; it was a dream but hours later you were finally kissing me. Now I’m scared… I must wash away the trails of your kisses (promise to make new ones?) and I don’t want to. While you were there I forgot the real world; will the real world make me forget you?

More than scared, I’m terrified. My hands are shaking, just make it stop.