someone like you

I wanted to hold on to you forever that night. I don't know why, but I thought that maybe you would let me in on your secret - how you could open your mouth so honestly and let your laughter ring through the restaurant while people turned to look at you, sharp elbows on the tablecloth and unapologetic red lips curved in a smile. So I let my fingers trace through your hair, and stared at the slivers of yellow crescent moons from the rotating lights in the room wavering on your irises before you blinked them away, hoping for something to come over me as well, so I could just be as open, just as unafraid.