The flurries of a crush swooned in my belly.
I remember fixing my ivory headband and tidying my cornflower blue sweater,
before you picked me up from school so we could eat dumplings together.
Your hands struggled with the chopsticks, I guess I wasn't a great teacher, but you tried and I found your effort charming.
You pulled out two pins and a small white cat, a little gift for me.
    Like a chameleon,
    I turned red, mimicking the Sichuan peppers adorning the fried wontons on our plates.

Being with you brought me ease, my mind was at rest because you thought for me.
Of course,
once the problems got too big, they weighed far too heavily on us.
And I, a meek mouse, could hardly sustain the issues in my head.

Being in love felt wonderful-      -and finding myself feels glorious,
                                                                                                              too.
We plotted our seeds in two different pots. We weren't meant to grow together forever.