our first date

that day you were extraordinarily beautiful. although my young mind and heart couldn't comprehend it, i was very much in love. with the way your lips pursed when you couldn't find the right road enticed me, the way we fit together like the sun and the moon captivated my attention.

i remember you asking me about the story of how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe.

i had smiled that day, a pink tint to my cheeks as we walked hand in hand, your lips curled upwards in the most beautiful smile i had seen. i let out a laugh, whispering about how i was the sun and you were my moon.

how we would live that story.

your eyes twinkled in the soft glow of the setting sun, and the sky was ignited in a wild array of colours; cotton candy pink, pastel blue, and a regal purple. it's rays flashed against our backs as we strolled around the neighbourhood, playing a small game of 'i, spy'. as the sky became dark - midnight blue - and dotted itself with small diamonds, i laced our fingers, my heart beating too fast.

it rained.

upset that your date plan had been ruined, you frowned, the soft tinge of your lips leaving me licking my own. i could feel the vibrance of the moment; we were glowing, soft shades of golden within me, but you were grey; you sulked, your ebony hair becoming damp with the endless blue sheets of rain.

as we neared our neighbouring homes, i had clutched your waist and pulled you close, rose dusting your face as your lips almost turned a dull azure - blood rushing to the rest of you to warm you up. we stood under a lamppost, bodies flush against one another. your eyes widened, yet you stood still; permission.

i leaned in and kissed you, feeling you respond almost fluidly to my touch. your arms had wrapped themselves around my shoulders, our chests brushing ever so slightly against one another. as your lips regained their gentle pink colour, you pulled away, pressing our foreheads together.

i could never get enough of you. your dark brown eyes held galaxies i wanted, needed to explore. you had curled your dark hair that day, giving you a rather nice look with your lace aquamarine dress.

these colours meant too much to me.

this world we saw, it was only us. you were the reason that the world wasn't in monochrome. i saw everything in a bright palette, colours popping against each other.

together, we were a whole spectrum of hues.

while i was green, you were red. we complemented each other.

i remember whispering your name against your skin, our warmths mingling in a heated tango of orange and yellow. i dragged my fingertips down your bare arm, feeling your soft skin under them as i finally reached your small hands, your eyes crinkling as you smiled gently.

i lifted you into my arms, our bodies closer than humanly possible. you had kicked off your heels, holding them in one hand while i carried us home.

you bathed in my heat, it's warm feathers reaching out to tickle you. you drunkenly asked me to sing for you, which i gladly did, letting the softness of my voice fill the empty air between us. soon, you had fallen asleep - pink - because you were tired of the events. this was one of my favourite memories, because you looked so relaxed and at peace, i could almost see the calm blue aura surrounding your tired body.

after i finished the decrescendo in the song i was singing, we arrived at your home, and i prayed you would wake up because your father was slightly terrifying.

you didn't.

i rang the doorbell to the grand house, hearing him clamber down the stairs, pick his glasses off of the side table, and peek through the glass window. i had smiled meekly and waved at him with the hand supporting your legs, your head resting against my chest where i was sure my heart was beating erratically.

the drapes fell back into place as the locks slid and opened, the door widening to allow me to enter. your father had told me to take you to your room, and that i was welcome to stay for the night.

gratefully accepting, i slipped my shoes off and took you upstairs, pushing your door open with my foot. i was taken aback by the number of photos that littered the walls - i hadn't been here in months, since we had been so busy with school.

pictures of us - selcas, family photos, and even some from our childhood. as i rested your exhausted body onto your bed, i let my gaze wander to each photo, reliving each memory that had been captured by the inked paper.

after i was done, i had tears dripping down my chin and onto your carpet, which i sloppily wiped up before taking out a pair of my clothes from your drawers - i had been here so often, we had each other's wardrobes at each other's houses.

i slipped on the clothes, and quickly remembered that you were still in a dress, which was most likely uncomfortable because of those awful undergarments you told me about.

regardless to say, i had to change you, sliding on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt for you. as i had gotten under the covers with my arms around your waist, your rhythmic breath fanning against my face, i thought of our past.

i sometimes wish we were still that young.

and other times, i wish i could relive those memories with you.