Aaron even his name sounds beautiful
As it slips from my lips like an scared spell
But it’s natural that a beautiful person deserves
A beautiful name.
He must be an angel, sent to mock the mortals that surround him
His hair, like the ravens wing
His eyes, like the ocean,
His skin, like soft caramel
Today, Aaron has invited me on a camping trip
With him, completely alone
What am I to do, I cannot tell him
Of my undying love, but I fear that my resolve might waver
The trip so far has not gone well
Our tent has become a lake, our sleeping bags sponges
We would return home, though the roads are too dangerous
Its monsoon season out there
Aaron and I are huddled in a small shed
Hay is piled around us in huge dunes
I look over to Aaron who was shivering
His once rosy lips were a cold blue
I frown and place my weathered jacket over his thin shoulders
I don’t recall how this came to be
But Aaron is now asleep on my lap
Curled up like a small kitten
I smile as I rest my hand in his silken hair
Aaron wakes up a few hours later
He looks at me with his large eyes
Asking me if I slept
I am forced to resist reaching out to gently brush his cheek
Morning approaches and Aaron is still in my lap
Though he is no longer sleeping
I feel him move slightly
And before I know it his soft lips are pressed to mine
Our first kiss lasts for an eternity
When we broke apart he looks at me
His eyes brimming with hope
‘I love you’ he whispers to me
pulling me ever closer