[ WP ] '' Head over heels ''

I remember when we used to look at the stars at night to find the constellations. I didn ’ t know any, but I ’ d look nonetheless. We ’ d lie back, looking up into the sparkling mess above while i tried to memorize the way the stars reflected in the mirrors of your eyes. The ground was damp, but we didn ’ t care. Our indifference towards discomfort came from our determination to just be, and nothing else. One hand held yours and the other grabbed a fistful of the dew-covered grass to hold me down and keep me from floating away. There were shooting stars, and I ’ d wish on every one. 
 
 ​But it wasn ’ t even about the stars. It was about us. It was about the way that everything I wanted to say would get stuck on the tip of my tongue in pursuit of the opportune moment of escape, and then find it when I ’ d open my mouth and let go of reserve, let audacity have control. Let it all spill out, drenching you in a sea of secrets, every awkward word swallowing me whole. Ignore my head and let my heart find the words.​ 
 
 I swear, my heart played hopscotch with those skipping beats. 
 
 ​It was during these moments that we were infinite. And it is these times that I will never forget.
