The Fairytales Were Real

That freckle right above your lip. The way you say, Unbelievable when I do something unbelievable. The smooth whiskey in your voice. The quickness of your mind. The silk in your skin. A kaleidoscope of gold when the light hits your eyes. Craze in your laughter. Your scent, like a fresh river. The pace of your walk; owning it, always. How I feel when you’re far. How I feel when you’re close. What happens when you touch me with your eyes. How you notice everything. How you think I notice nothing. The brilliance that swallows us. That first sight when we go long without seeing each other. Honey and milk got nothing on your words. The beauty of your angry. The illumination in your excited. The bliss radiating off you when you stand within my flawed arms.

Maybe you’re somewhere out there. Maybe not.

For all you hopeless romantics. Have a nice day.

xoxox

Lindsay Reva