Sup3rnality

My heart leaps at the sight of him, the 16-year-old in me blushes at his smile, the depth of his eyes that reads me like I was written only for him, makes my heart race. My hands are drawn to find his, to find completion in his gentle grasp. And with every syllable that tumbles from his lips in greeting, he closes the space between us. No space and time can divide us, the man is mine, and I won't leave his side.