Your arm
wrapped careless but cautiously over my shoulder, felt RIGHT to me,

My head
pressed softly into your chest hearing every beat of your heart, felt RIGHT to me,

Curling into one another so naturally in the back seat of the bus, FELT right to me,

Our tickle war
Which I totally won, felt right to ME,

Glancing into your eyes when I thought you weren't looking felt right to me,

when you caught me looking
Still so lost in them, that all I could say was hi, it felt RIGHT to me,

Your arms wrapped tightly around me felt RIGHT to me

Those kisses slow and gentle felt RIGHT to me,

Flirtatious smiles in the hallway,
Hugs when we could,
It took me two days to realize I was still lost in your eyes,
Though I had been scared to look in them,
I remembered the,
Soft brown squinted slightly,
Smiling without your mouth,
A mouth of etched stone,
Because my tickling you was "not fun for you"
Though you tickled back,
All felt as real as being thrown through a brick wall onto a bed of cotton candy,

Reality felt so good for once,
Proximity felt great for once,
Having you was amazing,
So when you say it’s the wrong time,
That there are hard things going in  your life, I get that
But I don’t see why that makes it any less right,
I want to be there for you like you were there for me the day we curled up in the back of the bus, when you made everything right