Hooked

I said I wasn’t afraid, but I didn’t know I would feel like this.  In retrospect, I should’ve been terrified and fled in the opposite direction the moment I saw the glitter on your face.

I told him I wasn’t afraid of any emotions that might come from being involved with him.  But I was already hooked.  Just didn’t know how badly.  I thought it was sex that made me get so attached.  But I got attached that night in the ocean.  When he asked if he could kiss me while we were swimming in the bioluminescent algae.  For anyone that is unfamiliar with that phenomena…it glitters in the ocean everytime you move.  And when you’re kissing someone under full moonlight, with the ocean roiling around you, waves breaking and splashing…there are pauses where eyes meet, and the glitter isn’t only in the ocean anymore.  It’s on your face, your hands, your lips…and magic like that…it’s not easy to come by in this life.  The magic set the stage and getting to know him, the bit that I did, is what hooked me.