There’s a part of me that wants to close up shop when he leaves.
Hang an “Out of order” sign outside my window
and climb into the mountains to live alone like the grinch.
But I’m an eternal optimist and I like that
first date feeling.
Everything is exciting and feels brand new.
Checking to make sure there’s nothing on your face when he goes inside a gas station,
and eagerly waiting for the first kiss.
Those dumb butterflies that flutter when he texts you or reaches for your hand in the car.
I won’t shut myself off from all those things,
but I might go on vaca until I’m perfectly tanned,  and I’ve had my fill of pineapple before I get back out there again.