you're the only song i want to hear

i remember your face when we walked into the hot spicy air of the thai restaurant and to this day i can't help but burst out laughing at the memory. you shifted from foot to foot and rubbed sweaty palms together as we stood awkwardly in a dining room small enough to be a closet, and with a sheepish smile you slowly asked me if i wanted to go somewhere else. i remember those tentative early days as a sweet dream, all first dates and first kisses and long walks in the dark. i can't remember feeling the same way about anyone else, even the people i pined for, cried over, thought my heart would break over. the way i felt about you at the beginning was never full of anguish or guilt or stress. sometimes we bear our teeth and swipe our claws but when it's all over, curled up together like quotation marks, i know that the story of you and me are unlike anything i have ever scribbled out before.