A lonely dandelion

4th time seeing you My diary has been feeling up with you so this time I'll try not to make it about you. Well try and fail anyway. In the meadow just underneath the woods there's an old wooden bench. I wouldn't even call it a bench, it's more like an old piece of wood on a little pedestal. But it's a place. A place where the wanderer takes a break. A place where friends chat. A place where lovers stare in the horizon hand in hand. And a place where a lonely soul stops. The old bench is not special but the place is. You sit down and lock eyes with the puffy or maybe even stormy clouds for there are always some. Then your sight wonders to the tiny houses on the faraway hills and you feel you could pick them just like the flowers that surround you. Behind you there's a green green forest. Some might find it relieving and relaxing, others feel anxious with a dark monster creeping nearby, breathing down their necks. So the bench offers everything. To me it'

I've never felt that kind of physical attraction between me and another person. When I first saw you I had no idea. There was loud music coming out of the speakers and I was dancing to my favourite songs, ignoring the pain in my knee, jumping up and down like crazy. But there you were. You were looking at me and I was looking at you. I smiled and you smiled back. It took you a long while to find some courage to finally ask me to dance. And even then there were no words spoken. You just reached for my hand and held my waist tight. I looked into your eyes and got lost in them. If someone asked I couldn't tell them what colour they were but it was the colour I loved. I liked watching your eyes. Seeing them and seeing you. You kissed my neck gently and I wanted more.Your lips moved to my earlobe and to the top of my forehead. It felt warm and safe. And once I got to feel your lips I needed to taste them too. I had no idea they'd be that soft and that your tongue would find