Summer Nights.

i wanted to kiss him.

i wanted to forget everything

just be there,

existing in the bubble

of the moment.


the first firework

went off

somewhere high above us,

whistling loud and proud.

it was gold.

exploding into millions

of golden flecks,

like confetti over our heads.


we sat by the fire


we must have been sitting

there for at least an hour.

i told him the stupidest things.


when it started to get cold,

i rubbed my arms

and he took off his hoodie

and gave it to me.


which was,

sort of,

my dream come true.

having a guy

actually give me his hoodie.


it felt warm

and smelled like his body.


it felt like fate

that we’d met.




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