Rooftop love. Let me tell you this story about how the stars admire you from above.
It’s our third date, and I invited you over for dinner and dessert prepared by me. After we eat, you ask me to tell you one secret that nobody knows about. So I tell you about my rooftop, and how I go there when I need a place to think. A place I go for solace and peace. And then I invite you up to see why it’s so special. We climb our way onto the roof, wine in hand, and look out over the tree tops into the night sky.
We sit on the rooftop stargazing, drinking and laughing.
I sip. As I watch you bite your lip.
Holding back that smile that I've been able to admire for only a short while.
Conversation has moved from typical talk to how I am grateful for the chance to have you here.
You blush and change the topic quickly.
Rosy red cheeks under golden brown eyes.
Looking into your eyes mirrors stargazing under a clear summer night’s sky.
I’ve never been so nervous.
My chest is on fire, my heart’s thumping, and my blood’s racing.
Making sure the night stays alive is all I desire.
My core is blazing,
Because looking into your eyes is truly amazing.
The stars envy your light which shines ever-so bright
Your presence so captivating, the thoughts of the future I can't keep hidden.
Please say more, my mind is entranced. The sound of your voice so soothing.
The sound I bet that makes the angels dance.
You catch me deep in my admiration.
You pause and ask me what I'm thinking.
I say, "About you."
You look away as I move closer.
I keep going.
"I've been thinking about you for a while now. When I'll be able to see you again. Have I impressed her so far?? Could I ever be enough for such a flawless being? Can I shine as bright as she?"
You inch in a bit as well.
Nervous and shaking, unsure of what is waiting.
I continue.
"I'm thinking about how you always seem to knock me off my feet. Render me powerless. All with a look. I think about how you're the only thing I’ve been able to think about since our first romantic night. And I worry. That the one thing on my mind, will never see me the same way I see her."
You move closer, our knees now touching. I inch my hand towards yours until our fingertips are brushing.
You tell me to go on.
And I say, “And she does see me the same way, I need her to know her time wouldn't be wasted. Her feelings would always be reciprocated. Her presences and her thoughts will always be appreciated. She'll never be alone. No matter how far apart. I'll always find a way back to her. She just needs to know that if she's with me, she'll always have somebody to rely on."
You interrupt me and say, "I've heard this before. How do I know these aren't just words? How do I know you mean something more?"
I pause. I see your questioning expression and I say, "You don't. These are just that, words. And all you can do is trust that I mean them. And let me prove that I mean something more. And let me start here. By just holding you close. Holding you so close you'll know that you don’t have to worry about anything. Just let my actions speak for me."
We are now holding hands and there's a silence between us. We catch eyes again. And then. We both lean in. A gentle kiss between us on the calm summer's night. Just one kiss. That confirmed my words. And secured your worries. Just one kiss that calmed both our nerves. And left us stargazing in silence. With a new understanding, of how we feel about our rooftop loves.
-Alex J.
It’s our third date, and I invited you over for dinner and dessert prepared by me. After we eat, you ask me to tell you one secret that nobody knows about. So I tell you about my rooftop, and how I go there when I need a place to think. A place I go for solace and peace. And then I invite you up to see why it’s so special. We climb our way onto the roof, wine in hand, and look out over the tree tops into the night sky.
We sit on the rooftop stargazing, drinking and laughing.
I sip. As I watch you bite your lip.
Holding back that smile that I've been able to admire for only a short while.
Conversation has moved from typical talk to how I am grateful for the chance to have you here.
You blush and change the topic quickly.
Rosy red cheeks under golden brown eyes.
Looking into your eyes mirrors stargazing under a clear summer night’s sky.
I’ve never been so nervous.
My chest is on fire, my heart’s thumping, and my blood’s racing.
Making sure the night stays alive is all I desire.
My core is blazing,
Because looking into your eyes is truly amazing.
The stars envy your light which shines ever-so bright
Your presence so captivating, the thoughts of the future I can't keep hidden.
Please say more, my mind is entranced. The sound of your voice so soothing.
The sound I bet that makes the angels dance.
You catch me deep in my admiration.
You pause and ask me what I'm thinking.
I say, "About you."
You look away as I move closer.
I keep going.
"I've been thinking about you for a while now. When I'll be able to see you again. Have I impressed her so far?? Could I ever be enough for such a flawless being? Can I shine as bright as she?"
You inch in a bit as well.
Nervous and shaking, unsure of what is waiting.
I continue.
"I'm thinking about how you always seem to knock me off my feet. Render me powerless. All with a look. I think about how you're the only thing I’ve been able to think about since our first romantic night. And I worry. That the one thing on my mind, will never see me the same way I see her."
You move closer, our knees now touching. I inch my hand towards yours until our fingertips are brushing.
You tell me to go on.
And I say, “And she does see me the same way, I need her to know her time wouldn't be wasted. Her feelings would always be reciprocated. Her presences and her thoughts will always be appreciated. She'll never be alone. No matter how far apart. I'll always find a way back to her. She just needs to know that if she's with me, she'll always have somebody to rely on."
You interrupt me and say, "I've heard this before. How do I know these aren't just words? How do I know you mean something more?"
I pause. I see your questioning expression and I say, "You don't. These are just that, words. And all you can do is trust that I mean them. And let me prove that I mean something more. And let me start here. By just holding you close. Holding you so close you'll know that you don’t have to worry about anything. Just let my actions speak for me."
We are now holding hands and there's a silence between us. We catch eyes again. And then. We both lean in. A gentle kiss between us on the calm summer's night. Just one kiss. That confirmed my words. And secured your worries. Just one kiss that calmed both our nerves. And left us stargazing in silence. With a new understanding, of how we feel about our rooftop loves.
-Alex J.