My mind just couldn't be still so I awoke to find it was only the early hours of the morning. The very beginning of the day is always the quietest, and it's usually where the thoughts become loudest.
I lay in the dark listening to the vastness of the pillow, thinking up conversations. I can hear every drop of rain on the roof as I lay. Sounding like a rolling pelt of stars falling gently from the night sky. Mostly in moments like this I think about conversations and ideas.. but it's you.
It was a thick on the day that I met you for the first time; hot and humid. We had talked and where I typically don't give people chances, I decided to give you one. I arrived to our meeting place early due to the excitement of newness. Previously, I told myself I wouldn't date another woman but I met you and felt a connection, so I decided to see what you were about before I lived a very straight life. I listened to this very same rain as I sat there. I followed the drops rolling down the windows of my car with the bend of my pointer finger, with no thoughts. I don't remember much else from that night.. other than the shape of your lips and your eyelashes as we sat across from each other talking like we were old friends. You have a round face so sweet and distinct, I hope I'd never miss a day without it. Intoxicatingly beautiful eyes surrounded by full lashes, with flat eyebrows that contrast with the curves of your lips and the softness of your nose. I'd compare to Christina Ricci a little. I watch as you laugh and admire everything down to your teeth; your laughter is distinct but something I've heard before. Pleasant to my ears. I wanted to kiss you there and make love to your body. Seems like yesterday.
The rain has lifted.
