Title from Serena Matthews (MySpace)
Embarrassing admission #143:
As of this draft, I've loved you for:
Six years,
Twenty-five weeks,
Six days,
Five hours,
and Twenty-nine minutes.
...Roughly.
You knew about the first four months because I told you
with clammy palms and seventeen pink pimples on my face
and thousands more goose-pimples under my shirt
in a crowded lunchroom while your best friends stared daggers at me
and the five guys in maroon letterman's jackets two tables down gawked and giggled.
You turned bright red, pushed your hands to your face,
and in twenty-four wide strides, you were out of the cafeteria.
I spent the next year and four months counting it out every day,
and I think I could've caught up to you by the 18th stride.
I wish I'd tried.
Embarrassing admission #143:
As of this draft, I've loved you for:
Six years,
Twenty-five weeks,
Six days,
Five hours,
and Twenty-nine minutes.
...Roughly.
You knew about the first four months because I told you
with clammy palms and seventeen pink pimples on my face
and thousands more goose-pimples under my shirt
in a crowded lunchroom while your best friends stared daggers at me
and the five guys in maroon letterman's jackets two tables down gawked and giggled.
You turned bright red, pushed your hands to your face,
and in twenty-four wide strides, you were out of the cafeteria.
I spent the next year and four months counting it out every day,
and I think I could've caught up to you by the 18th stride.
I wish I'd tried.
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