I Want To Know What Falling in love and being loved back feels like.
IMAGINE waking up excited because we have our whole day planned; getting that Good Morning text at the exact second I reach for my phone because we are so in synch, then laughing at the coincidence.
Imagine opening the door to see you standing there leaning against the door frame, your left arm up, wearing your grey hoodie, jeans and Vans or Nike's on your feet; your soft dark or light hair slightly messy, along with your tired brown, or green, or blue eyes staring at me. A cute lopsided smile slowly growing on your lips - your soft, pink, plump or thin lips.
"Well good morning!" you'd say in a voice I never seem to be able to imagine, still deep from your sleepy state, "you ready?". It'd send chills down my spine, butterflies erupting in my stomach and a smile I couldn't control.
Your gorgeous eyes scan over whatever clothes I picked for the day. It would probably end up being one of my oversized gray hoodies, black jeans and black&white Converse or Vans. Your amused chuckle at our accidental matching outfits, would dance through the morning air, the birds and flowers feeding off the sound. I'd roll my eyes, my smile never leaving my face as your big hand reaches out to grab mine, smooth or rough in my grasp.
We would walk to your car. A car I would have become so accustomed to, a car we would have experienced so much in together. It might be a sports car, or a Mercedes, or maybe some type of truck, but it's a car that has taken you so many places and would have been there when you were sad, angry or frustrated, that in some ways, you had become slightly attached to it.
As you drive, the radio on low, playing whatever overplayed song was popular at the time, just background noise as I'd sit back and enjoy the view. Watching the beautiful yellowing leaves as autumn takes its turn on nature. Yellow leaves flying across clouding skies, the sun shining through, lighting up the road. The bright rays would penetrate through the windscreen and into your concentrating eyes. Instantly, you'd squint at the sudden light and pull dark sunglasses from the pocket of your door, blocking the glare.
My attention staying on you as the sun makes your light or dark skin glimmer ever so slightly, deepening my admiration.
A slow song would start playing through the speakers. A song that would sound so familiar.. Your favourite song. Just as expected, your hand would immediately, without thought, make it's way towards the dial and increase the volume. The car filling with the music as you'd begin to sing along, knowing every word. You might sound amazing, beautifully harmonizing with the track. Or you might not, your voice not quite as smooth, but it'd make me smile nonetheless.
My eyes would flutter closed, happiness still evident on my face, contentment settled in my heart, as I sway my body along to the melody. I'd focus my senses on the sound of your voice and how it would make me feel.
Can you imagine...?
