A Long Time Coming

Tonight, I did something brazen. Tonight, I did something dangerous and exciting. Tonight, I did something wonderful.

You have a few caveats, as you so put them. Nothing too extreme, simple worries really. You wonder how to explain it. I call it dancing. "But without touching?" You say. I just smile.

We walk past my ex as she gets a movie with her date. We walk past the school where we first met. We walk to the canal. Where else do people like us do things like this?

What will they say? I'm not concerned. Maybe I should be, and so I try to give you words. Like you really need any of mine. Yours are quite good enough.

We Determine The Relationship, and I am giddy. And, you are giddy. I bite my lower lip and can't stop smiling. I just can't stop. I try, but I just make a silly face as you bury yours in your wrists.

I tell a story about a Giant and a Pixie. Nothing to make Neil proud, but the two friends I called seem to like it. At least on facebook.

We drink tea, and your housemate makes pleased noises from the living room. We talk for six hours, and I haven't had a cigarette.

I leave your house with a pleased pantomime, if untrained. Maybe Paul will give me some pointers. Maybe the sky will turn orange and drop citrus flavored rain. I would blame the pixies.

I should have gone to bed an hour ago, but I'm a little too jazzed to sleep. The most recent Wiretap episode on my iPod is all about family. It almost makes me cry twice, but not from any sadness. There's none of that tonight.

I don't know what will happen. This should worry me somehow, but my smile refuses to go away.

All I remember is your eyes, your unwashed hair, your smile. You know what you're getting into, and yet you got into it anyway. I must have won the lottery.