We had school the week after.
I was ready to walk through it like a ghost.
Then I saw you, looking at me from the stairs.
The ones in front of our school.
You motioned for me to sit next to you.
So I did.
You asked if you could kiss me.
I felt my eyes widen.
You took my hand and asked another question.
Why was I so surprised?
You didn't get it.
No one asks anymore.
People just "do" and then live with regrets.
Regrets that you were too perfect to even have.
I said you could.
As you kissed me, snowflakes began to fall.
It was perfect.
Was.
