08-17-2012, 11:56 AM
First kiss with James: Waiting for his T (kind of a subway) to arrive so he could head up to the bus stop he needed to go hang out a friend's for the weekend. Sitting, waiting, being adorable and holding hands.
The T starts up the tracks from across the river, and we get up off the bench and he gets ready to leave. He starts fidgeting and looking at the train, then back to me, at the train, then me.
Starts to get on the train; turns back, pecks me on the lips and says in the most adorably nervous voice, "iloveyou!" and gets on the train. He waves as it drives off and I can only wave back with the silliest dam.n grin on my face. Ahh love.
I stare at the girl in the mirror: T-shirt, torn up jeans, no beauty queen.
But the way that you see me, you get underneath me, and all my defenses just fall away, fall away.
I am beautiful with you, even in the darkest part of me. I am beautiful with you;
Make it feel the way it's supposed to be!
You're here with me: Just show me this and I'll believe I am beautiful with you!