You move me like the moment when you wake up on a Sunday morning to the smell of fresh bacon.
You move me.
You move me like spending a hot summer day on the poolside soaking up the sun. Like driving with the windows down with the radio blaring through the speakers.
You move me.
You move me like a long, peaceful nap on a gloomy, rainy day. Like waking up on Christmas morning to my little brother jumping on my bed yelling, “Wake up! Wake up! It’s time! Santa came!”
You move me.
You move me like the stunning sunset on the Florida beach, Mom’s homemade spaghetti, sleeping in on the first day of summer, waking up at dawn for the first day of school.
You move me.
You move me like having a good hair day, like having a good day in general, like dancing in the rain with my best friends.
You move me.
You move me like when I learned Grandpa had cancer. When I felt my world around me fall apart. When I had to watch him battle through the hurt, the pain, the anger, fear, frustration.
You move me.
You move me like a first heartbreak, what feels like the end of the world. Like the feeling of all the butterflies you once had in your stomach died, along with the hope, the love, the happiness. You move me like the moment you see the “good” in “goodbye”. When you learn to love again.
You move me.
You move me like my favorite song, knowing the words better than the test next period, knowing the words like the back of your hand.
You move me like shopping at Forever 21, leaving with overflowing bags of last week’s paycheck.
You move me like being with best friends on a Saturday night. Staying up all night, so late that the dumbest things are the funniest, laughing so hard about nothing, tears begin to form in your eyes.
You move me.
You move me like going to bed in a good mood and waking up in an even better mood. Like getting an A on a test I didn’t study for.
You move me like outdoor concerts in the summer. Like the feeling of the bass pounding on my chest.
You move me.
You move me like my first kiss, the simplicity, the innocence, the fireworks bursting in my mind. Like getting dressed up to go to dinner, like going on a first date with my crush.
You move me.
You move me like rumors. Like hearing things about myself that I never knew, but supposedly happened. Like wondering how anyone could possibly believe the things being said. You move me like the jerks that enjoy putting me down, like the moment when you start to believe the things people say about you. When all you ever want to do is just curl up in your bed and cry, but continue to put that giant smile on your face and act like nothing is wrong even though those late night thoughts are whispering to you there’s no more purpose to your life.
You move me.
You move me like the moment when you realize those jerks couldn’t be more wrong. When your best friends hold your hand through it all, and show you you’re strong enough to push through. That they are there through it all.
You move me like getting my license, like driving by myself for the first time.
You move me.
You move me like finding the perfect outfit. The one that makes your eyes pop and makes everyone around you take a second look. Like getting compliments.
You move me.
You move me like the awkward moment when people are singing happy birthday to you and you’re not sure what you’re supposed to do. Like kissing in the rain.
You move me.
You move me like doing my favorite things. Like watching a professional baseball game, like seeing funny movies, by taking advantage of what little time I have here and having the time of my life.
You move me.