I sit across you on that high wooden table, me a bundle of nerves.
Am I dressed right?
Am I looking okay?
I wish my hair wasn’t sticky.
Why didn’t I put on make-up?
I notice the way you look at me, past all these outward guises.
The love in your eyes, the smile on your lips, disarmingly real.
Is he from this world or am I day-dreaming again?
Wait, let me pinch myself and get assured.
Just then, as if on cue you hold my hand and my gaze.
Everything’s still in that moment, but my world is spinning.
Is this how it feels, to be swept off your feet?
I don’t know if its true, but I feel beautiful!
Reality or fantasy, I cannot care anymore.
Yes, someone loves me now, more than I ever did myself.