You found me at girlscout camp
You refound me on tinder
Four years have past
We both have new ink and old scars
Different hair and same red cheeks
When you smile at me, we are 15 agin
Only this time is different
This time there is no boyfriend between me and kissing you
There is no hiding behind little girls and secret glances like a camouflage of excuses of why it wouldn't work
We start where we left off like a new chapter in continual book that I stoped reading a while ago
But I've picked it back up and I'm not sure if I had to I could put it down agin
Time and fate are on hell of an author
Please forgive me for blushing when I have to ask before holding your hand. Because I'm not used to hearing you say yes
