What's Everyone Thinking

Our Conversations

I love to talk to you.

Plain and freakin'

simple.

Whenever we do

talk, we are both

so intelligent and

somehow don't stumble

over our lacks of self-esteem

and hopelessness in humanity.

At the same time, we are

awkward and constantly

apologizing to each other

because we can't make

eye contact without laughing

or maybe accidentally flirting

and being left alone to

figure ourselves out.

I mean, our

friends have

been trying

to set us up

not-so-subtly.

I've met a lot of

guys but you

are the first

one I've met

that has made

me think

this much.

I mean, I really,

really like you.

Like, it's kinda

cruel that I'm

realizing this late

in our friendship

that I do like you.

I mean:

You like Doctor Who.

Star Wars. Marvel.

DC. You said "Harrison

Ford made the Star Wars

franchise better."

Like, is there a more

perfect person for

my nerdy self?

I couldn't have

written a better

character.

You're like Peter

Parker and

Newt Scamander

rolled into a

awkward

albeit adorable

package.

But of course

there's always

my thoughts,

with their fangs,

their claws,

slashing at

the pages

of my poetry,

saying,

"Little girl

likes another boy.

And yet again

it'll end

in heartbreak

and the loss

of a dear, dear

friend."

I remain fearful

but hopeful

as I struggle

to match your

gaze with mine.