He amused her,
She intrigued him.
He liked to hold tight,
She liked her space in the nights.
They first met for lunch,
Then for drinks,
And a night of uncomfortable snogging.
She gave it a month,
He gave it a few days.
They gave it another night,
It still didn’t feel right.
They met with friends about,
He had fun.
She had more fun with him around.
Maybe, they thought, maybe there was something like love to be found.
They created a routine,
Of texting, calling, meeting, sleeping.
He still liked to hold tight,
She still would put up a fight.
She had long hair, he loved to wrap around his hands and ride,
He had long legs, she longed to wrap her legs around and sleep.
He insisted on dropping her home every single time,
She cracked jokes about rapists waiting for her in the dark of the night.
One night, after,
He held her and made her laugh for an hour,
She thought this could be what love looked like, when you watched above from a tower.
That night, she did not fight, instead slept in his arms,
It felt just right.