We snuck in and only the stars
had seen us – they kept quiet.
We laid right in the middle—
on the 50 yard line. My mind
walked the line, slipped on nerves—
trying to keep my cool, hoping
they wouldn’t steal my stories
and leave me blank. I asked
if he wanted to slow dance
with me. He asked if that was a
question. Taylor Swift played
and he took my right hand and
let his other settle on my back.
We continued to talk and I tried
to keep my hair out of my face.
Each song brought us closer.
I let my head touch his chest and
I could smell his gray jacket for the
first time. We became silent like the
stars
that were watching us like a movie.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and
let my breath touch his shirt. I waited
and
the silence waited for him too. We
slowly swayed side to side when his
lips finally met mine. They finally met
mine. We stayed together and he picked
me up off the ground – my legs wrapped
around him. My eyes still closed.
He brought us back to the ground
and our hearts felt like they scored.
We touched down and the stadium
remained silent, but the stars that
spectated applauded from the sky.
He had won me on the football field
at three o’clock in the morning.
Sparkle&Shine.
Rachel
@theglitterylife
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