12:41 part one

 It's 12:41 and I'm up writing about you. Because maybe if I jot it down you will get out of my head. Now 12:43.

You treked an hour to meet a somewhat stranger. You didn't know then and you might not know now but that was important.

I talked, you listened.

 You talked and I admired the way you smiled and the light in those pale crystal eyes. We spoke of everything and nothing at all. You asked questions simply to let me talk about myself , and maybe that's not important.

 but It made me feel important.

We sat close in that amusement ride much too small for our long complected bodies. Reeking of dirty metal and cotton candy...but I didn't care because there we were, Less strangers than before. 

 After spins on screams on spins I begged you to make it stop. Only to take it back after I heard the way you laughed at my fear. A good laugh. A laugh that made me laugh and forget about the churning of my stomache on top of the butterflies I had been containing since you opened my door into that shiny black car. 

And hours later we found ourselves at my door step. Having bonded over regrets, dreams, and lessons learned. I opened up in a way I had kept on the back burner of insecurities for quite some time. There in the dim spotlight of my front porch you leaned. You leaned and I waited for 90%

And at 12:41 I responded with 10%.