There was a nice boy who lived down the street.
And he was nice, he studied hard, and washed his clothes.
He slept the required eight hours and ate his greens
And, you see, thats all he was.
You lived in a different galaxy.
You were raw, you said that school couldn't teach life. You wore the same pants for three weeks.
You didn't sleep until long after the morning hours ticked.
You said that coffee was the new kale.
He said that the economy was failing.
But, it was alright, he had a future assured, I mean, with his connections, how could he not succeed?
You told me that you named a star after me. It was the bright one only three away from Peter Pan's.
You said that the world wouldn't dare end, until you'd beaten me at scrabble.
He stood in front of a fire and in cut crystal glasses; drank sherry almost as old as his family tree.
You offered me, in a chipped mug your grandmother had recieved as an anniversary gift; tea from a friend of a friend who was trying to start a cafe.
While you were gone, he took me to Paris. Dinners were nice, I suppose, as long as one was fine with talk of stocks and bonds in uncomfortable chairs.
You took me Hungary, where we watched the lanterns and made a lopsided pastry with the little woman whose husband used to bring her odd little shaped rocks.
He was the sensible choice.
He always washed his socks and never missed a day of work. He could buy me diamonds and furs. I would never be hungry.
You, you were the brash, insane choice.
You wore socks with fries on them.
You told me that a movie day was better then work.
You gave me an onion ring and told me that it was almost as good as a diamond.
And I agreed.
We were walking through the park and my ears felt cold and so, you gave me your beanie.
He told me that I was Pretty, that I would look so good with him, I would really be a girl to show off-with some fixing up of course. He said "I love you" with a nice, controlled smile.
You told me that you loved how I scrunched my nose.
You said that you'd prefer my eyes, as opposed to the December sky.
You said that you couldn't wait to grow old and wrinkly with me.
You showed me that you loved me with everytime you looked at me.
I think I fell in love with you when we were laughing. Your head was thrown back, your eyes were closed so that the little crinkles I loved so dearly, appeared. Your dimples showed in full array.
And, I knew.
I couldn't wait to race through Hardware stores with you, eat peanut butter from the jar with you, and, most of all, I couldn't wait to finally do what I'd been dreaming about.
All with you.
