this is for you, 23.
i don’t know why, but i like you.
i like your smile.
your eyes, the color of seashells.
i like the way you seem to always know what’s next.
you’re prepared for anything, i guess.
i like that you care.
i like something about you.
but i can’t figure out what it is.
so i guess i will wait and see.
because all i can think about is you, 23.
so much for a productive afternoon.
i wish i could tell you all of this.
but i can’t.
not yet.
not now.
i need a nap.
