I'm freezing

But I still sit
And sigh
And think of you

David says I'm in love with you. But wouldn't I know?
Isn't it too soon?

Part of me wants to say that I've loved you since I saw you doing your funny little walk, when I was in the sixth grade and you were in the eighth. And you didn't notice me then. You didn't know I existed until this year.

But the other part of me is RATIONAL. And this part insists that love is more than that stupid feeling I get in my gut when you lie to me about being pretty, or when you kiss me on my forehead (my favorite, which you know, and use against me to make me melt). "Love is speaking in code, it's an inside joke, love is coming home."


Every time I close my eyes, I open them in hopes of seeing yours looking back at me. Like a child on Christmas eve.