How can you write a book about a week
It starts with being nervous
You spend 6 hours, time flies
And leave it wanting more and weak at the knees
Then you promise to meet the next day
He surprises you with his words
And danishes at breakfast
Think he feels the same
You meet day after day trying to communicate
Listening to the songs
& Trying to sort- what’s on the table and what’s off
Trying to feel the softness
Trying to figure
There are no triggers
You feel happy, part in a fairytale
The noise drowns around you
The glances
The touches
The couches :)
The softness you feel inside
And the butterflies :)
You talk and you talk, over dinner, over coffee
You try to keep it honest and say things that feel like a promise
He comes home, you speak of kisses and sigh
You hug and you say good bye
When he walks away you know you are not alone
You will meet again
You meet again, he sleeps
He walks away again and you don’t weep
You know it in your heart, it is only the start