I know I shouldn’t worry about petty things,
Like what my hair looks like on the first day of school,
Or the possible reason why no guy has ever legitimately asked me out,
Out on a date to the movies or the mall or the pizza place and- oh!
How splendid that would be,
The sheer joy of holding the sweaty palm of a cute boy and watching his cheeks turn the color of rosebuds,
Of knowing I can make someone nervous just by being with them,
And that giddy feeling in my own chest whenever he is near…
Although I have never experienced these things,
I can feel the sensation of being out on a date with someone you like (like a lot),
I claim to my friends that I am crush free, and yet…
I wonder why I see your face whenever I imagine this scene;
The rosebud cheeks, linked arms and playful hip-bumping as we stroll carelessly through town without a care in the world,
Your lips as they move towards mine and whisper three words just inches from my own parted lips,
Yet since I cannot bring myself to say the same I lean forward and maybe that will be my first kiss,
Leaving you to determine the meaning behind it and all the secret words I linger in front of you,
But never really let you see.