it seems that when i am with you,
only bad things happen
like how last thursday, i fell on my face besides you.
or two mondays ago when i almost pushed my best friend into you.
and how on tuesday the fifteenth i messed up on all the cupcakes.
because i couldn't stop thinking of your annoyingly pleasant voice.
the universe is asking me to have a heart attack when i am with you,
i swear.
i wouldn't trade it for the world, though.
not if it means i can see you.