The first time

I still remember the first time with you.

We lay in my bed in my dads house

Upstairs whilst he slept downstairs

We’d been watching films all night on my laptop

Well you had anyway.

I’d been more busy studying your features

Learning every bump and line and nook and cranny of your body.

I remember your warm breath on my neck

I remember your leg lying across my body

I remember your soft hands moving across my chest.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

Two years have past since that night and I still think about it

I remember your words.

‘How far do you want to take this?’

I remember how I felt

I knew what you meant but I pretended I didn’t

I remember my reply

‘Well one day I’d like to marry you’

I remember how much I meant it. How much I loved you.

And you just looked at me, amazed

Shocked that I had the guts to say that within a second of you asking.

How it had taken me nearly 2 months to pluck up the courage to ask you out

And now a year later I’d said that.

I remember the look in your eyes when I said it.

I remember how I felt.

I’d never spoken so much truth in my life

How far do you want to take this?

I’d like to marry you one day.