Making Plans

Let’s try a slightly different approach today:

There are roughly 9,672 little things I like about this girl. I could bore you with a list, but just trust me on this.

I was hoping for a nice, chill night, but the only obvious places running through my head were “your place or mine?”. Instead, I followed some friends around the bars, and she showed up around midnight, after just getting home from a long train and car ride back from Chicago. It was exactly like something I would have done.

Lips and teeth and curves I’m still exploring. We stopped short of whatever too much would have been. I don’t know where this is going, but I know I want to find out. And all the anxiety, all the stress, all the worry, slips away.

Her eyes are oceans crashing under lightning.
I’ll follow her voice back home.