RE: "We are accidents waiting to happen" (cit.)
........He choose the possibilities. He choose the new world. He choose the destiny. He choose her.....
And what a first time experience it was! Many years later, after the aisle, after the ups and downs, he would look back on that day, that place...he would look back on that moment, and confess the same of her,
This heart you knew,
it still skips,
and throbs
these knees you held,
they still knock,
and wobble
and my cheeks,
you liked to stroke,
they still blush,
at your sight,
i still tremble,
just like the first time
I have tried to fit into the essence of your story, and quickly tried to connect to its finale with a poem of my own!!! In it, i try to capture the essence of nervousness of the first time you here describe, and connect that to the idea of unfading adoration, in accordance with the insinuation your story makes. Thanks, your work is good.
https://steemit.com/poetry/@ebitularmbert/poem-just-like-the-first-time
It is simply wonderful!! Thank you so much :)
The honor is mine. I am glad i shared in the experience of your characters.