That first date, The Anticipation
Butterflies
in the stomach
Would
she come, would she stand me up?
Then
the elation when I see her
Excitement
tinged with fear
Nervous
laughter punctuates nervous silences
Then
relaxed conversation
The
touch of her hand
Exchanged
knowing glances
The
end of the evening
A
slow walk home, holding hands
At
her door the first kiss
Then
goodnight
Before
our second date
The
empty ache of longing
Stomach
in knots, head spinning
The
doubts and insecurities
Analyzing
every second
Of
our first meeting
Looking
for signs, reassurances
Then
the day came and all was well again
At
a family function, her sisters wedding
Stolen
kisses And Knowing looks
Then
as the days past
More
doubts, more insecurities
Should
I say I love her Is it too soon
Does
she feel the same as I?
Am
I rushing it Will I scare her off
Then
when we meet again
All
my fears melt away
And
on that first morning
We
woke together
The
touch of her hand
The
warmth of her smile
I
thought I would never doubt again
Then
came the next day
When
we weren’t due to meet up
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