Fireflies
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" I'd like to make myself believe. That planet earth turns slowly. It's hard to say that I'd rather stay. Awake when I'm asleep. Because my dreams are bursting at the seams " I hear this playing over head. I block everything else around me out. This becomes a moment. One that will last in my head forever.
You may not be the one, but on that night you were. Your soft, but tough hand against my back comforting me. The bear you gave me I hold onto tight, its' light yellow sight soft, fluffy fur against me. It's my bear from you, no one else's. I still keep it close to me to this day. We are there, just us, in this moment. Your warm body up against my always cold one. It Comforts me.
At the start of the evening I was scared, nervous, with fireflies in my stomach. Being who you are comforted me, made me laugh. With you, I could be me. You didn't care about anything else, beside getting to know me. I miss that. Our weird, in depth, conversations, our arguments you would say. We are both quiet when we are scared, not sure what's going on. We do what we are supposed to. But have fun at the same time too.
You may be a ginger, but you sure don't act like one. You are my ginger. You are strong, confident, always there for me if I need someone to be cheered up by. We are both gingers, we get along really well together. That's what everyone needs. Someone who they can be friends with really well. Close, good, friends.
That night was picture perfect to me. It ended perfectly with you getting me my favorite candy. It's creamy, melts in your mouth with the right mixture of peanut butter and chocolate. Taste It could be nothing more or less. I wish, hope that it is still there. I miss it. I hope to have it again. Someday. That spark with someone, someday. Someone you, and I could be with for a while, but not know it until it's too late. I don't want it to be like that. Even if it's not you, I hope to find someone like you.
To be able to stay up late at night writing a note back to you. Or chatting or texting. Someone who doesn't care about that it's midnight and that we still have a million things to talk about. Someone who there is always something new to learn about them.
Some things that that I may want in my "perfect" guy. If that even is even is true. If it's you or some other guy. But with you I shared my "first dance" with.
" To ten million fireflies. I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes. I got misty eyes as they said farewell." Every time I hears these words now I picture back to that night. I want to go back to that night. to have that "moment" again with you.