Somehow, somewhere along the path of the school year, we became friends.
You begin to wait for me after class if you finish packing up earlier than I.
My friend pokes my ribs and teases me, So are you two dating yet?
Hopeless as I am, I feel my cheeks become warm and I walk faster, trying to hide it. Shut up.
It becomes a habit for us-- a new word, us-- to wait for each other, by the other's desk or outside the classroom.
Stupidly,
stupidly, the seed in my heart allow a flower to bloom.
YOU ARE READING
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RomanceSome days, I want to hold on to you, any part of you, lean on you and borrow your warmth. Others, I'm content just knowing you exist in my life. Playback to all the minutes and moments I spend with you. == © aster 2018
