An Exponential Kind of Love
Dear You,
It's July, and I arrive before the sun
with my friend in the shotgun of my 2004 Honda Pilot.
We receive unwelcomed looks
but my brain seems to be hooked
on the simple phrase, "girls just wanna have fun."
It's October, and we're still just friends,
but we go to the dance to spare each other's lonely night.
It isn't perfectly comfortable,
but, hey, we aren't even a couple,
so I'm sorry for ditching you to be with my other friends.
It's November, and I did not expect the following occurrences:
you proclaim your love for me in the form of a text message.
The situation is complicated,
but I didn't want to end up jaded,
so I choose you after rethinking my recent choices.
It's December, and I'm with you so much it should be a sin.
Words cannot explain how happy you make me.
After a few games of Euchre
and a movie about a creeper,
my lips are no longer virgin.
It's January, and the 2nd marks the official start
of our budding connection that arose not too long ago.
The first month we fill
with your jokes and my terrible cooking skills,
but, my God, are you capturing my heart.
It's February, and I can only think about the future.
We're already making plans for this coming summer.
You tell me you love me,
and I say, "I'm not ready,"
but, Baby, it only goes up from here.