When I am waiting for you on our corner, hopping from one pretty heel to the other, humming our song under my breath, checking my lipstick in my brand new compact, I feel as though my heart has new wings it has not quite learnt to use – and when you appear, smiling just for me, one hand raised in a wave as the other runs through your decorum-defying hair, they beat a little too strongly and I blush, my greeting catching in my throat.
Ahh, first love. The last bit is sort of a reference to the phrase ‘my heart was in my throat’, like, the wings propel her heart into her throat, she is nervous, etc. Not sure it works? Comments always welcome 🙂
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