I was always excited to kiss you. I went out every single night because we were getting there. But when you finally did, I felt nothing.
I opened my eyes, I tightened my grips, I played with your hair.
Nothing.
I was waiting for that spark, that little spark that would jolt me up. The little spark that would cause a fire.
I asked if you were sure about this, about me. I asked you 3 times. You said it didn't matter, you were sure but so what if I wasn't?
He always said I was cute.
And now you.
I don't know if I'm scared
Or if I have grown.
