When I was growing up,
my small midwestern town,
I knew a little bit about love,
the kind we all grow to envy.
I remember my brother,
laying on the couch with Molly,
they were freshmen at the U,
the one where guys and girls
would meet and decide to
spend their lives together.
~
I met you in college,
in a classroom,
in a library,
in a commons,
so many quiet interludes,
so many fantasy.
I remember you,
walking across the room
dangling bangs and skinny legs.
~
I was the one that wondered
if you might ever notice
me.
I was the one that hoped
you might
notice me.
~
Because it’s years now
Because I still love you.
apersonaljourney - stories of love 