Crayons in a citadelle

 

It keeps coming back to those quiet moments, just us. I still smile when I think about how we started with those casual 'HI's' and 'Hey's,' but it was that night in the park, the one with the unexpected downpour, that really changed things. Locked in each other's arms while we sought shelter under that old oak was different. Laughing as the rain dripped off the leaves, creating a soothing melody that seemed to wash away all my worries. For the first time, I felt like I wasn't alone.

I'm hesitant to say this, because I've been burned before. It's hard to risk that again. But then I think about us, walking out of that small shop, the smell of warm cinnamon filling the air .Like the scent of freshly baked cookies, inviting and comforting. And I wonder, what if this time is different? What if we can build something new, just us, starting right now?

I wish our first real meeting hadn't been so public. It felt like a performance, and the ending… well, that's another story. But I remember the way you looked at me then, a flicker of something in your eyes, and how you smelled of rain and something faintly sweet, like vanilla, a taste I to associate with warmth and comfort. I remember thinking, 'I'd like to know that person.'

I see a future, not some fairytale, but a real one. Shared mornings with steaming cups of coffee, quiet evenings with the sound of jazz playing softly in the background, you being wrapped by me skin to skin and nothing else. Perhaps, a few messy projects and fancy meals at far-off destinations. I'm drawn to the way you light up when you talk about something you love. There's a spark there, a quiet intensity that makes me want to know everything about you. When I stumbled on that uneven sidewalk, you just smiled and offered your hand, a simple gesture, but it meant everything.

I wasn't sure if it was just me, until I saw you looking at those old memes on my phone, the way you paused, like you were picturing us. Seeing some cute smiles escape the straight face of pretense gets me buzzing, full of light and joy. And when we kissed, it wasn't fireworks, it was more like a quiet warmth spreading through me, like sipping hot chocolate on a cold night. I hope we can try this again, build something real, just us. Share some quiet moments, and maybe a few unexpected detours along the way.