he looks at me, i assume nothing.
he stares at me again, my tummy flitters.
i look away.
he waits to walk with me.
i try to find interesting things to say.
what is funny?
i am home alone.
what r u up to he texts
no punctuation.
a marriage proposal.
a wedding day to picture.
flaws to be loved
edges to be rounded
musculature to be traced
sleepy kisses to be had.
i don’t answer.
i can’t answer.
because when I do,
he will run.
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