I just remembered what
it feels like to be in your world
again.
What it's like to
laugh with you again.

At first I liked you
because you were nice to me,
but not in the
clingy and desperate way.
And because you would sit
there quietly sometimes,
and look lost in thought.
And then I got to know you.
And realized that I liked everything.
I can remember the first time
I missed you.
You were going away to Iowa
for most of the summer to see your mom.
I sat up half the night
crying, waiting, awake,
hoping to hear you ride
by my house.

I couldn't even hear the crickets.

My stomach has been
flopping all day.
My heart beat has been
faster than normal,
even without smoking.
All over a gesture.
And now a few words.
He doesn't hate you.
It all excites me more than
it should.
My mind is so congested
that I don't even think I can
face my boyfriend right now.
I just want to sit here and bask
in my inappropriate happiness.

I know it may seem like
nothing.
Or maybe I'm just
a ******.
But either way, he
wanted to see how I was.
How I am.
I knew I couldn't be the only one.
He misses me.
I knew I wasn't crazy.
It's been over 10 months since
we last spoke,
but I haven't forgotten.
And apparently he hasn't either.
This is seriously good news.
Everything works itself out.

It was him.
I woke up to a friend request.

I've been waiting for this day
for 6 months.

Sometimes,
when it's starting to get
late into the night
I hear the faint grumble
of a dirt bike.
Or, what I think is a dirt bike.
And I wonder
if it's
him.
What if he rides by
my house in the cover
of darkness,
because he knows that
I'll hear him.
And he misses me.
But that's just a nice memory.
I would be shocked
if it were still true.