onesta

one. the first thing i noticed about you was your smile. it pulled me in, and i was a fool for not resisting. i guess you could say i loved your smile more than i loved you. two. we watched a thunderstorm from your porch, leaves and rain falling down, wind howling, thunder roaring. you said the flashes of lightning were beautiful, and you watched them with your eyes closed. but i couldn't bring myself to close my eyes, not even for a second. i was too busy staring at you. three. we were standing on a bridge, watching the water run run run beneath us. fireflies danced in the air, playing a game of tag that i could only watch; never jo