A Beautiful Bench

Walking down the crowded hallways as I neared the lawn, I saw a dirty bench.

Looking at it I ran straight into someone.

Looking up my heart fluttered and rammed in my chest,

My breathing sped and my palms became damp.

It was him.

The one who I'd sneak looks at,

The person who haunted my thoughts and tormented my dreams.

I apoloized and went to turn away,

But something grabbed my arm, the contact made me shiver.

He started talking to me and we shared some interests.

He did this every time we passed eachother in the halls.

His voice was like honey to a bee,

Sweet and addictive.

This soon became a ritual we shared every day.

As winters cold grasp on our small school greew colder and longer,

Our little old bench welcomed us each day.

We would sit on that old bench everyday and share our lunches with words.

Every time we left we'd do the same motion.

Embracng one another for a hug that could warm an icy heart.

His arms would engulf me and swept me away with happiness.

His familiar smell soothed me as his arms welcomed he in.

Eventually our hugs turned into sweet kisses and hand holding.

It's funny how a little old bench can impact two people so much.