We were going way too fast. I was sort of scared for my life but at the same time, in some way, I trusted you. I mean, you were the one who knew stuff about bikes.
My eyes were shut tight.They made my world totally red and sometimes yellow when my lids met the sun directly.
I didn't want to think about falling so I concentrated on the wind in my hair and the warmth of your back against my face.
I knew I held on to you too hard. But it felt nice. Just a bit strange to suddenly be so close to someone.
Don't force me to ever let go. Don't force me to make some bad joke that you'll laugh way too loud about. Don't force me to pretend that I don't feel a thing.
Maybe this will be the last time I get to be this close to you. I don't want to let go.