I think of how Romeo said to his cousin at the Capulet's Ball, "If my eyes have loved anyone before this night then they were liars!"
I think of how bad I want you to say that about me.
I think of how I want to feel the touch of your skin holding my face, whispering sweet nothings to me.
I think of how I want your lips to press against mine before you go home-
I think of how when I was twelve I called shotgun infinity and raced my brothers to the front seat.
I think of how badly I wish to go back to when boys were gross.
I think of how badly I wish I didn't care about you but at the same time, I want to care only about you.
I think of how you don't know I exist.
- L.W.