Though
it's been only a memory
for quite some time,
this feeling,
this exciting state of mind.
It's a welcome sensation,
a return to form
of which used to be
some kind of norm.

Don't **** it up,
I find myself thinking.

Am I texting too much?
Am I being annoying?
I showed her my words,
my little rants and raves.

Even this will be seen,
but I guess that's okay.

Time will tell,
and I'm telling time
to pick it up a bit.
Not that I want to
rush into anything,
I just...