Drawn to you from the first moment I saw you. It was like a moth to flame. I met you that night on Hayden St and I thought you looked like the hottest redneck I had ever seen. I walked up to that big old truck and you were leaned up against it. Your button up shirt tucked in to your jeans. Black boots. You were so confident, strong and we both knew the burden this would bring. The uncontrollable and undeniable pull. The beach, the steamed windows and your hand on my throat. I told you Thursday next week. I almost canceled. I know you thought I was all talk. I wasn't but I got scared when you burrowed into my heart. I can feel you right now as I lay in my bed. You can stop me, mid paragraph while reading. You pull that string in your heart and it tugs on mine. Miles upon miles away and I feel you. I feel you.