We made introductions over salad, pasta and cider. We laughed over ice cream in the rain. We perched close upon the bench with shoulders rubbing nervously. We spent hours not wanting the night to end. We took dinner to the park and explored favored hiding places. We kissed among the throng of passerby. We laid on the floor listening to playlists of our collective childhood. We settled in side by side and listened to stories, to hopes and dreams. We’ve wandered and adventured. We’ve locked ourselves indoors and spent entire days beneath the covers.
In the 30 days since that kiss on the cheek I’ve become no more sure of where you came from or how you found me, but I am sure of how quickly and completely you’re winning me over.