It was a summer night, maybe June or July, when our eyes met for the first time. I spotted you across the bar and you greeted my stare with a smile that made my knees buckle. I walked passed your table a couple of times before gathering the nerves required to grab a seat and say "Hello."
We sat and talked until the chairs were stacked high and the bottles of whiskey were empty-- but our conversation and desire for one another was as full as could be, so we mutually agreed to continue the night. We took a cab across town and even the cabbie couldn't help but to comment on the chemistry that floated throughout the backseat. We split a bottle of wine on my couch and filled the room with laugher, until our passion became too strong to be contained.
We bumped into walls as our clothes crashed onto the floor. You whispered into my ear as we crawled beneath the sheets. I couldn't sleep after the act, I had too many butterflies tingling within-- I prayed it wasn't just the drunkenness in your veins that convinced you to spend the night.
Luckily the next morning our sobering hearts were still infatuated with one another. Over a couple cups of coffee we uncovered hidden gems in both of our mind's and somewhere, in the midst of the digging, we began to discover love. We opened up our closet doors and dragged the skeletons out into the light and together we crushed their bones into dust and buried them forever-- we agreed that never again would we allow the past to puppeteer our futures. We walked out into our new lives hand-in-hand as new people. Though the knowledge of each other's existence has been short, the effects have been permanently written the stars. And for that I thank God that he gave me the nerves to say "Hello."