Handprint on my heart
Jenna/Zander
Every girl dreams that a knight in shining armor will come to her rescue.
Mine found me at age 17.
I am innocent, and anxious and more excited than I should be.
But I'm surer of him than I've ever been of anything -ever.
I'm surer of him than I am the cold metal ring that's been on my finger for as long as I can remember.
But that ring the only thing that keeps me from joining him overnight.
And I still don't take it off.
Overnight- it doesn't sound dirty.
But what could be dirtier than love?
It's a mess.
A beautiful mess, maybe.
And a mess I'm glad to be making.
Not to sound overly cliché, but I've never felt like this before.
Every time I meet his eyes it's like falling into a well, and I'm no longer sure I want to climb out.
I want to drown in him, only to be closer.
Closer, closer, closer- too close?
I'm not sure of anything anymore.
Except that I love him.
I love him more than I've ever loved anything or anyone.
Even myself
And it's starting to scare me
I don't know if I should leave now or if it's already too late
I love him-
And I guess that's all any girl can hope for.
More than Prince Charming.
More than a flat stomach (although being skinny is nice.)
Love is all I've ever needed.
And now I've got it.
