I miss those old days -
When my teacher would pull me back from daydreams,
As if I could stop building castles
Of me and him.
He'd slip me love letters before class,
Sketched with crayons I'd once given him,
And at the bottom -
Two ducks holding hands in the water.
Back then, I thought it was the sweetest thing.
Now I roll my eyes and smile,
How silly it seems.
He picked wildflowers,
Told me they were as pretty as me,
And tucked them in my hair
My cheeks burned hotter
Than the scorching afternoon sun
At night, I would stay up late,
Text him on my flip phone,
And pretend to snore
Whenever my parent peeked in.
I swear my heartbeat was louder
Than the phone's keypad.
Back then,
I swore he was the only boy
Who could ever exist in my world?
A match made in heaven, I thought-
Though low-key,
I was too shy to say it out loud.
Just reminiscing about the good old days of flip phones, sneaky love notes, and those shy crush moments.
