iloveyou.

i don’t like that status.

i don’t know why i like you,

and i didn’t know what i was getting myself into.

but i have such vivid thoughts about you.

i have such sentimental thoughts about you.

i could stare at you for hours, 

like how i stare at the moon. 

i could talk to you for hours,

like how i write love poems for strangers to read.

i could bike with you in silence for hours,

like how we usually do.

i could talk about you for hours,

like how i already do.

i could hold your hand for hours,

like how i hold tightly onto my stuffed animal, hoping someone makes a move.

could we try to kiss for hours?

i thought it would be a good idea to fall in love at such a young age.

i still enjoy biking around the neighborhood 

until the streetlamps turn on,

and i still enjoy hanging out with my friends

and acting like children

but why does it have to be more fun when you’re there?

why do i always expect your face to be there?

every corner i turn,

my brain is silently hoping on a shooting star that you’ll be there.

every step i take, 

i wish that you were by my side.

when you get dizzy,

is it from biking in circles with me or is it from running around my head?

the thought of you stays in my head

while i’m still drawing with crayons and painting on a blank canvas.

i wish i could pour my feelings to you

like how i pour paint onto a palette.

when i’m being cheesy,

do you think about me or do you think about the cheese pizza my mom serves for you?

when you’re leaving my house,

i don’t know if i want to hug you in a platonic little kid way, or in a romantic passionate way

i love being a teenager that acts one’s age.

while i was with you

i can’t imagine the things i’d do

as the sun explodes

as an asteroid smashes into earth

as a black hole swallows our planet

would i get a hold of your hand

and stroke your soft fingers

for the first and last time?

would i grasp your brown flowy hair 

tuck it behind your ear

and giggle at you?

would i whisper

“i love you”

in your ear?

would i watch your face light up

and smile at my face

while saying “i love you” back?

would i grab onto your shoulder

pull you in

and plant a little kiss on your lips?

would we then disappear

into nowhere