The small glances,

Minimal eye contact,

The butterflies,

Mmm, mmm, mmm.


I know,

It’ll never be anything more.

I’ll take my chances,

Whatever this is.


Feeling seventeen again,

Being nervous and shy,

All giggles and smiles,

Totally worth it.


I don’t want this to end,

Though one day it’ll have to.

You have your family,

I don’t belong.


18 years….A long time to wait,

It’s worth every minute.

The suspense and anticipation,

To have you again.

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