Be young, be dope, be proud. Like an American.
Satellite Stars
We wanted to star-gaze,
So we lay on the grassy hill,
City lights in the distance,
Hues of bright orange emanating and coloring the waters and skies,
We played hide-and-seek with the stars,
And managed to find them, shyly hiding away, enveloped in the darkness of the sky overhead,
“It’s the Little Dipper,” you told me,
But they were moving ever so slowly,
Satellites, but we pretended,
What those satellites may have seen though,
Were you and I,
Laying on that grassy hill,
Me, lowering my arm at the same glacial rate those satellites seemed to be moving at,
And you, finally grabbing my hand, finally…
A surge of ecstasy ensued as I felt your fingers intertwining with mine,
“They built a statue of us…”
Relief,
I guess I should just text you. But then it's awkward cause then you'll know it's me who asked this. :L
AnonymousDon’t text me. Find me in person and ask me.
I go to UChicago. I've always had a desperate crush on you. You are stunning, and funny, and everything I wish I was but that I can never be. You seem so perfect, so much so that it actually hurts me to know that someone like you exists. I have had dreams of hooking up with you, but I would never bring myself to ask you even to coffee. I'm not your type, I'm not one to be noticed, I'm not confident, I'm not one to be pursued. I will sit silently. We were almost friends once, I miss those days.
AnonymousWhy are you so keen to jump to conclusions. Ask me out to coffee and we’ll go out and talk and if I like you romantically, then everything’s great, and if I don’t, we can continue being friends.
I think some of the best romances are the unfulfilled ones, but that’s neither here nor there.
