Last Night: refuge

I reached her home, and as I walked up the stairway she was there. It was like a waking reverie of perfection, enwrapped in smooth lavender-blue. I nearly stumbled on the third step up as I was taken aback. And again I forgot a camera, I keep forgetting it, fearful in part one day we might not be together, yet such thoughts are rubbish, yet at the same time honest fear. I devalue myself too much at times. Yet when I am with her I feel stronger, more vibrant. I could’ve stood on that step all evening as her blonde tresses framed her porcelain features, hazel eyes gamboling each rivulet of russet, amber, loden and brown.

The outing to the fireman’s ball was very nice, and we danced the slow dances as my feet are a bit awkward going at any faster rate. Yet I need to work on that. *small smile*

I forgot about the dispute with my parents, it seemed a deadened memory far in the recesses of my subconscious.

We had the last dance of the night and no one was left on the floor, so I pulled her to the center, she was somewhat embarassed at first, but she deserved this praise, for being so understanding of my antics and quirks. She says I’m weird, but she’d not have me any other way. It makes me laugh thinking about it.