Weekend's coming

"The first crush, the first smile, the first move - kiss or otherwise - when it's all so new and shiny and unsure. Shyly slouching towards something; touching knees in the dark, feigning interest in everything and anything just to be near them. Holding hands, the excuse and the effort, the reaching and the rush that comes with it. We love arms wide in a field of daisies, squinting through our lashes against the sun in our eyes"