is like the first date.
I check my hair in the mirror a billion times more than normal
every sensation
every touch
every whisper
is like dynamite to my heart.
Nervous,
I try to confidently make you notice me
value me
love me
At the end of the day
we reach the maturing point
when your lips meet mine, casually.
If only we could start this way
instead of my forceful fumbling with conversation
while you warmly laugh
and try to lure me away from my own stupid thoughts.
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