Sometimes you just have to listen to your heart.

It's my birthday, so we wander down to the corner store, hand in hand, and buy yummy, pre-made sandwiches and chips before heading over to the park. Most of the grass is brown and crunchy so we snuggle up under a tree where the grass in greener and we can look out at the water. Unfortunately the grass is also damp, because though it is nearly the end of June it was not yet summer. We take off our jackets and lay them on the grass next to each other and then settle down on them. The wind is sharp and sends shivers down both of are backs. We're so cold, but trying so hard to have a good time.

After stuffing myself silly with a sandwich full of crunchy chips, I turn and look into those I that care so much about me. The eyes I care so much about.

And every time I look back, I wonder why I didn't just lay you down on the grass and kiss you until my lips went numb. Why I didn't just give in to my fear of being seen, being judged and let you know how I felt in that moment.

But I didn't. We walked home, hand in hand, and warmed our numb fingers.

And I don't even remember how we spent the rest of the day.