It's all in the grin

Currently two pages long. 

You and I and adventures and the story I like to call 

Ours.

I held onto your hand so tight I dreamt you asked me to be soft.

But soft is your grin and your gaze before you kiss me 

I'm calm. My chest beating hard though. Overflowing chills as the memory of your laugh plays over 

and over 

and over 

And over in my head. 

You scratch my back when I pull away from you and not too long after pull me back in close and kiss my forehead. And it showed me you want me close and I keep asking myself how did this all happen.

I'm trying to open my eyes each moment feeling as though this is a dream 

but 

But there you are still. 

The way you look at me sometimes

       it's a powerful thing-enough to calm every one of my storms for miles on end. 

I will always get butterflies when you nonchalantly say as well as whisper sweetly shlee. I promise with every new day I'll grow that page count of what I call 

Our story.