The Secret Confessions Of A High School Senior

With You.

The train pulls up and people slowly climb out. 

There's only one person I'm looking for.

I tap my fingers on my thighs while I stand in the crowd, looking for you. 

I check the time. 

This is supposed to be your train, right?

Yeah.

I know it's your train. We went over this many times.

The pads on my fingers are itching to trace the pattern of your fingers.

I stretch my arms out, preparing for your incoming hug.

I go back to tapping my fingers on the sides of my thighs;

Waiting for you to trap my hands in yours.

Finally, I see you.

My heart doubles in size;

Filling with joy and love.

A smile breaks across my face;

One that hasn't been so real since I saw you last.

I race to you.

Your arms wrap around me like a warm blanket in the middle of winter.

My body sinks into you, like our toes in the sandy beaches.

I lay my head on your chest;

Inhaling the scent that has made me feel

So safe and loved.

A tear rolls down my cheek as I look up

At you.

My heart melts as you look down at me with your chocolate brown eyes.

I can feel my broken pieces being mended back together;

Just by simply being

In your arms.