And so you got drunk with him. Even though 13-year-old you swore that you would never drink. And you sat next to him at a party with 100 other people. And you memorised his eyes and felt alive. And when he told a joke, you laughed. Properly laughed. Laughed so much that you could barely breathe. And when you looked up, he was still gazing at you as intently as when you’d looked away. And at some point in the night, he reached for your hand and you let him. And you found your fingers curling around his like they knew something you didn’t. And you were happy. And it was like you’d never felt that kind of happiness before. And you told him clumsily, your head on his chest, “please don’t hurt me, I won’t know what to do if you do." And he kissed your forehead and said, "okay”. And somehow, somehow, that “okay” was enough for you.
Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)
