The Life of an Audacious Teenager

Maybe

I like the smell of wet grass on late nights where the ground is as dark as the sky. I like the sound of hushed footsteps against black pavement while rain drops make beautiful designs on our jackets. I like the feeling of your arm around me while crickets chirp and my hair shines in the moonlight.  I like the sound of your laugh filling the cold air. I like how I start writing a paragraph about how much I like the night and some how you get caught up in it but I love how you made it better. And maybe I love your smile and your freckles and when your nose scrunches up. Maybe I love the feeling I get in the pit of my stomach when your hand searches for mine and how your voice soothes my worries and you make me feel so much better than walking in the moonlight. Maybe, just maybe, I love you.