We get up from laying on the ground, as I'm knocking the grass from my jeans I watch her face intently as she waxes poetic about the chemical reactions that cause love
"Spinel, I love that stuff but nows not the time. It's getting late and we need to get inside before it gets too cold"
At first she looked at me with a contemptuous eye, angry for interrupting her. It slowly turns into that wry grin that ensnared me hopelessly so long ago
"Yeah Anon... It is gonna get cold soon, we should make it back"
She breaks out in a sprint, I'm not horribly out of shape but I simply can't keep up
As she leaves my view, I slow to give myself time to register what just occurred
We had been close for a while, but today was like nothing before
Holding her.. Feeling our hearts beat as one.. Her taffy-like tongue borderline gagging me with it's length.. this is alot to take in
As make my way onto her patio, I can hear her inside playing guitar and singing
"Goin to California with an aching... In my heart... Lalalalala"
I spark a cigarette and breathe in the cool night air as I ponder what I'm going to say when I go inside
How's my writing so far? Any tips?