I forgot what it was like to daydream
about boys.
It hadn't happened in a long time.
And then suddenly,
it was just
Oh, wouldn't it be nice
to just be together?
And maybe he likes me,
maybe he's just a really nice guy,
but I lack initiative to
do anything,
I am scared of putting him off.
I just want to slip my hand
into his and say,
I like you, ok.
And then our hands could
stay together and the warmth
would be nice.
We could do our homework
together, sitting at the
long tables at the library lit
by green lamps,
the soft light
is soothing.
We could take drives
and walks,
we could cook together.
We could sing together,
or watch television together.
But I worry
that if I try,
I'll be wrong,
you won't like me.
But if I wait
and don't say anything,
I worry I'm losing time.
You are a complex creature
I cannot fathom,
and I want so very badly
to understand you.
To just sit down
over cups of coffee or tea
and talk for a long time.
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