a hopeless romantic's winding tales of love and other things.

magnolia boy & the details that have more to say

magnolia.
my favorite flower.
reminds me of mongolia (yes, the country)
which doesn't bring memories so sweet.

that's it. the room.
327 (world history, by the way)
i still walk past it every day.
i wonder if you do, too.

if it wasn't for that room,
that damned, stupid roster of last names.
listed, a group of moping high school students,
i would've never gotten to meet you. (officially)

that stupid history class,
the sour feel of october's mongol unit
(my favorite month, by the way. you know already)
you sat next to me,
and i adored it.

every drop of attention
that i never got from home
was given to me
in those short 4 weeks.
(by none other than you)

that class is over now,
the semester ended.
we both passed with high A's
said goodbye informally,
called it a day. (it was a wednesday.)

i have not seen you since
but i have told you everything in between.
i know you don't feel the same (sadly)

but i often wonder
what could've happened if i instead
had been placed
in room 328.