a crazy little thing

it's funny to me how the 4/5 of my existing posts are about love (if you can really call it that), but now that I actually have to write about it, nothing seems to come to mind.

but I guess that's the funny thing about love, and how it works.

you know, you'd think that I would be the expert on this topic because of the way that my head has been pounding,
and my heart has been racing,
and my knees go weak,
and my breathing quickens,
and my face flushes,
and my feet grow cold,
and my mouth ever so slightly curls up into a subtle smile,


just to know that you've walked into the room.

but no, I'm not in love. at least not for now.


but here I am. It's a Tuesday night, and I'm staring down at my phone, waiting for your call.

we haven't planned it, so I guess I shouldn't be disappointed if it doesn't happen.

but I didn't expect it last night, and I went to bed smiling.

and I've only ever felt this way about one other person, but still maybe not quite to this extent.
and it might be stupid of me to say that it was two years ago because I was a sophomore then, but Nelson, here's the answer to your previous question;


I never had a good relationship with your mom. It wasn't bad, but I guess it just wasn't there, and your dad scared the living hell out of me, but he was one of the nicest guys around.

and on those summer nights after you were gone, I would curl up into a blanket on my tramp and think of the time that it was you and me. your long curly hair shining in the starlight as I ran my fingers through it, and how you would softly hum your iTunes library in my ear.

and the first phone call you ever gave me woke me up from a nap.

that was the only time I was ever happy to be woken up, until this morning. that makes 2.

the feeling crept through me, like alcohol through the veins. warming up every inch of my figure, until I couldn't take it anymore.

but you went with someone else to prom.


and our first date was 90% laughter, with 10% of the jokes that caused it in between.
and yeah, we had a third wheel, but that made it even more memorable.
and maybe you were two years older than me, but that made me look even cooler in my friend's eyes (not that I was very cool to begin with).

but you're gone now.

two years.
two years, two years gone.

and yeah, I wonder about you a lot.

I think about shooting you a quick text "how's life?", maybe a nice phone call, or just a quick catch up date,

but what's the point in trying? two years is a long time.

but I saw your mom today, and she just smiled. because I was with the person that waiting for two years gets you.



someone else.