Swift Scribbles: E Don Happen For Real
I don’t think the problem was that I was tripping. I don’t think so.
It wasn’t. Maybe I had become too concerned with form – so concerned I forget to question content but I was determined not to ruin this one by over-thinking things through. So I closed my eyes and let go.
Her eyes looked like they had glowworms within them – and the smile she welcomed me with made everything okay again. If I wasn’t sure before that letting the small incident go was the best thing, I had confirmation. I opened my arms to her and she came in comfortably.
Her lips reached for mine with the desperate fervor of a drowning man clutching at straws and I liked it. There was a loud roaring in my head and for a moment I was disconcerted. She didn’t kiss like this. Not like this.
But I liked whatever it was that changed so I didn’t complain.
I should have. I probably wouldn’t have felt guilty when my real girlfriend walked in moments ago.