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.

 

 

 

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