He's older and he says he's into you and he wants to go farther. Wants to go farther. You tell him you too, but do you really? He kisses you so intensely that you never want it to end, but then he says "it's not a big deal" but you know it is. Then you look into his eyes. Can eyes be that green? Is it possible that they are more beautiful than the moon and contain more depth than the ocean? **** how do I feel? Why do you consume me so much? He puts his arm on my back and pulls me in. He kisses my cheek again, but all I can think about is how we didn't go farther, and how the sprinkle of his light brown freckles didn't move into a smile when he said it was fine.