Hope

Him.

He's there.

Purple skater shoes,

His last name on the back,

Talking all gamer and yet focused on

 

Me. 

I'm there.

Blouse and make up on-

Trying super hard to impress him.

I hope it's working.  I really do like

 

Him.

Across from me.

He stands up to stretch-

Excuse to move next to me.

Jealous of his friend who also sits by

 

Me.

Next to him,

Pupils dilating too.

I don't think I can breathe.

I'm wondering if he also thinks that

 

We

Can be.

Never letting go,

Will it go like we hope?

Only if we can summon the courage.

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