People would ask how we met and I would tell them,
You’re the boy who was bored at work and always called my phone but not talk
I was the girl who knew it was you but pretended not to
You’re the boy on the bus I always sat beside
You’re the boy who switched seats with me when it was raining and the roof was leaking above
You’re the boy who never brought an umbrella and walked under the rain
It looked fun and I loved the rain hence, I did too
You’re the boy who admired James Dean
You’re the boy who went straight to the culture and politics section of the bookstore
I was the girl who went straight to the poetry and literature section
You’re the boy who liked iced cold beer
I was the girl who liked green tea frappe
You’re the boy who liked bars and pubs
I was the girl who liked cafes and libraries
You’re the boy I spent cigarette breaks with
I was the girl who didn’t smoke and never will
You’re the boy I loved conversing with
I was the girl who kept to herself
You’re the boy I never thought I’d write about
You’re the boy who wanted to be a diplomat
I was the girl who wanted to be a psychologist
Yet our paths crossed