I fell in love again

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It was summer - not even 

2 weeks of summer 

I had loved him; he had loved me

He messed up, we broke up and rekindled our love one night 

It was new years eve 

Years later, a mere souvenir our love was 

Yet the feeling was absolutely vivid 

He said loved me 

And I said it back 

A few months later I was meeting him 

I wanted a date, a proper one; never had one before and damn right deserved one 

So he told me to meet him at the corner of X and X 

I put on my prettiest skirt, all colorful, all swirling 

I hadn't seen him in years and couldn’t shake the nerves 

Was he still the same? Had he changed? Would he think I did? 

Would he think I was pretty? Would he still feel the same?

—

I arrived, the place was closed

The place across? Scary

I sat down and ordered a soda, needed to shake the nervousness 

Was this going to be our date? In the dead place?

He arrived.

I went out; he was looking away. Then he looked at me. 

There he was. The man I loved. 

No reason why. I just did. 

He was the same, yet he was looking better than in my memories. 

I walked towards him. Shy. Shaking. Unsure. 

I met his eyes and gave him the biggest hug I could. 

I loved him. For no reason. 

.—

We crashed a wedding I wasn’t invited to. 

He kissed me in the elevator when I was awkwardly giggling and twitching 

Hold my hand, took me proudly to this room full of beautiful people. 

Then took me to the dance floor. The music was nowhere near romantic 

If anything, it was appropriate to shake it hard 

Yet he was holding my hand. 

In this circle of people breaking their backs and shaking it 

We were swirling, hands locked in, feeling young love (again)

Hands intertwined 

The night ended with a goodnight kiss

Sweet, light, hopeful 

He asked if I loved him. And boy, did I.