Saturday, January 4, 2025
When I realized I might just start to like being around you.
One look, it hit me- gently like a breeze
That crowded night full of people in costume.
“I think… I might like him.”
I told her, my best friend.
“Aw man, I can’t take this anymore..!”
I crouched down and whined. Feelings caught in my chest that I didn’t expect.
Gosh, I wasn’t sure if things would be fine.
As each day passed from then, the thought of you never slipped my mind.
Why did you have to keep catching my eye?
I wanted to know more about you.
Were you playing a game of chase?
Should I read between the lines of each word you mentioned?
Did being around me make your heart race?
So I’d know how not to play.
What not to say, to assume of you.
How much I love listening to you play the guitar.
Each string played has my heart following in beats,
Strung along like notes on a music sheet.
I’d listen to each snippet on repeat.
Each time, I’d feel like a child
Waiting for something exciting to unfold;
Giddy to listen to each note.
How much I enjoyed every moment that night.
Walking around the quiet streets at 4am to see a sunrise.
With someone I hardly knew
But I knew that I’d enjoy each moment spent with you.
The night was cold and windy.
I was impressed, really, to have someone put in your amount of effort to spend time with me.
Carrying a bag full of miscellaneous things.
Concerned about my cold hands instead of yours.
“What if we were to date?”
Curiosity filled my mind as my lips spilled out questions to satisfy itself.
I wanted the solace of knowing you’d be someone I wouldn’t regret in any way.
And if I chose you, then I wanted to hold your heart gently around any stitches you may have.
The moment and minutes it took for the warmth of the sun to leak into the starry sky.
A moment I’d never forget, never trade.
Then the words slipped from your mouth,”You know I like you, right?”
It wasn’t a surprise, I knew already.
But I had no reply ready for that moment,
Honestly, I was going to ask you about it later that morning.
The only reply I knew was,
“You know I can tell, right?”
I was glad. Glad that you told me, glad to share such a lovely moment with you.
When the sunlight kissed your face
My eyes traced you- your eyes, nose, cheeks, and lips.
You’re such a pretty boy, I thought.
A pretty boy I wanted to know more about.
I pondered about it, about you.
Us. A chapter I was curious to write.
And I wanted no one to interfere.
So that’s exactly what I chose.
“Today, today, today. Today, you are mine.”