I don't know how to handle the fact that you seem to have crawled into my head.
How you've managed to push out every other thought I normally have and replace it with you.
I can't stop thinking that we've known each other so long and I'm only now seeing you.
I keep thinking about how you kissed me when were were thirteen.
And I thought it was silly because you were lanky and just so you.
And now I think it's silly that I'm giggling at all your jokes and just begging for you to lean down and try again.
And it's so **** weird to me that it took nine years to see this.
But we have both grown.
You're still tall and lanky but with a confidence only ironic tshirts and flannels and working at a coffee shop can bring you.
And I mean I don't hate myself every time I look in the mirror so yeah we're growing.
So is there anyway I can convince you to try again?
Because I swear I won't find it silly this time.