Darling, you'll be okay

He played a song for me called "Hold on till May," one line really stood out and kept echoing in my mind: Darling, you'll be okay.

Those words, sung with such passion, felt believable. I wanted to write them all over me, shout them to the sky, and live and breathe those lyrics.

I looked out the window, we were at a snazzy Italian restaurant. Woah, when did we arrive here? I was so enthralled in the music that I didn't even realize the car had stopped moving.

He walked around and opened the door for me. What a gentleman. He grasped my hand tightly as we walked up to the restaurant.

Taking one look around, I came to a realization: I was so not dressed for this. People stared. I turned red. I should have asked him what I should wear, but looking over at him, he was dressed just as casually as me. His black skinny jeans suited him and he was wearing a tight-fitting Pierce the Veil shirt, oh my. His muscles bulged from it, I could see the outline of his six pack perfectly.

"Reservation for Kingsley," he said confidently. Kingsley. I realized that I had failed to ask his last name. Tristan Kingsley. His name has a beautiful ring to it.

And Of course, I had to do as all girls do and compare his last name with my first name. Lena Kingsley. Tristan and Lena Kingsley. I love it.

"Coming, beautiful?" He held out his hand and guided me to our table. His grin was magnificent. His eyes were clear and they sparkled like a thousand suns. Those blue eyes shimmered like the diamonds of the ocean as they reflect the light cast on them by the sun.

We ate and then after, he drove us to his house where we goofed around for a while. I didn't need to go on some fancy date to enjoy spending time with him. Being with him made me beyond happy.

We played x-box for a while. He didn't much appreciate me whooping his ass in Call of Duty. He jokingly made a puppy dog face, then pecked my cheek. I turned fifty shades of red.

He tickled me and we went into an all-out tickle war. He was winning when he stopped, and looked at the scars on my wrist. He looked me in the eyes as he gently kissed my scars.

He sat me down and began singing "Hold on till May" to me.

"Darling, you'll be okay," he promised.

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