Cheese & Chocolates

Love, & Lyricism

At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
― Plato

Bailey admired the order of the books in the library, as she, one by one read the titles, picking up the ones that sounded appealing to her, then reading silently in a quiet, and cozy spot. Besides reading, Bailey loved to write stories, poems, even compose original songs. Her parents often reminded her that she has a gift. The gift of being able to touch people, through her words. She can make any person cry effortlessly. Bailey closed the book with a smile on her face, deciding to borrow it, for future references. She bumped into someone, making the books she carried fall.

"I'm so sorry." The voice startled her, because it was so familiar, and she never mistook his voice from someone else's. Her heart caught up in her throat, as she melted, looking at her neighbor, Jake. She'd been crushing on him, since forever. She's the nicest guy she ever met in the neighborhood. They often stroll in parks, eat ice-cream, debate about movies and politics, all in all, they're pretty good friends.

But just friends, she thought.

She knew he never looked at her like that. She was probably like a sister to him. As much as she want out of that sister-zone, it was the zone she was happily comfortable with. As long as she can talk and converse with Jake, like usual, then she's okay with it. She gets friendly dates out of it anyways, and that was enough for her.

"Hi Bailey." His eyes softened at the sight of her. She looked so cute, as always. Her pixie-cut brown hair, bright blue eyes, button nose, and thin lips, made his pulse beat faster. Jake had a crush on her, the moment his family and him moved in last year. They were invited by Bailey's family for a potluck dinner as a welcoming tradition for new neighbors in their village. Bailey and Jake grew closer to each other because they talked about anything under the sun, videogames, food, cars, Bailey was interesting. He never grew tired of talking to her. He was also aware of her hobbies in writing poems, letters, and songs. Jake asked if he could read her works, but she aggressively declined. It saddened him that it felt like she didn't trust him, but he didn't press on further.

"Hi, Jake.." Her voice cracked, just by saying his name. His black, bed hair, chinky eyes, white skin, and red lips, made her whole body convulse. God, he was perfect in every way possible.

"What book are you borrowing?" Jake asked, lifting up the book. Bailey gasped, as she tried to steal the book back, in order to save her from the humiliation and dignity. Jake's cheeks flushed when he read the title of the book, "How to Have Sex."

"W-What's this for?" Jake stammered, not being able to respond, when images of Bailey's naked body flooded his brain.

"I-I-It's not what it looks like! It's for my research paper in Biology." She sobbed. She didn't want Jake to think she's interested in getting laud. She's a virgin, for crying out loud! And if there's anyone she would want to give her virginity to, that was Jake, but of course, she wouldn't tell him that.

"I-I see." Jake composed himself, but his palms were sweating like crazy. He didn't know much about sex either, but Bailey reading a book like that... was just downright sexy.

"I gotta go." Bailey left him and the library without a second glance. Bailey went home, and groaned internally, as she tried to do her project in Biology.

After a few hours, she gave up, plopping herself on the bed, and getting her notebook. She took a pen, and scribbled, poems, songs, everything she felt... plus the rhymes. Bailey closed her eyes, and thought of Jake - the one source of her inspiration in writing these literary ideas.

There is a love I reminisce,
like a seed
I've never sown.

Of lips that I am yet to kiss,
and eyes not met
my own.