Feb
23
on the twenty third of february
the knees of your blue jeans got a little sandy
my knees felt a little shaky
our foreheads met
and you looked me in the eye
your mouth started moving
and my breaths came quicker
the wind blew
and the waves crashed
natural
“you know i want to spend the rest of my life with you”
i knew
“i have something for you”
and you put it on my finger
