seventeen

I FOUND MY HUSBAND.

Yeah, I know. Flame me. "Not this again, Hanna."

But this one's different. Because, he's not mine and probably won't ever be.

He's set a standard for me. He drowned me in true respect, gentleness, lust, empathy, understanding. I close my eyes and I remember his caress and soft kisses; thoughts of him fill my chest with emotion. He made me laugh until I couldn't breathe and made me feel like I’ve deserved so much more.

But these fatal words, I'll keep to myself: I like you....

...like really like you. We barely know each other but I would do anything to be back in your embrace.

Maybe I just admire him. Maybe it's because he's older, cooler, smarter than the immature guys I've been with so far. Who cares. Do I need a reason to feel like this? I think I should be allowed this much.

Our six hour conversation just ended and I've never felt lighter on my feet.
He mentioned he might come and see me.

Maybe, just maybe, he likes me a little bit too. //