That Monday
was the first day
of tenth grade.
When I came through
the door, I saw you
with your back
against the
lockers. You looked
like you were waiting
for someone.
I saw Elsa coming
your way. She
leaned forward
and kissed you on
the cheek.
I felt my heart
pounding out
of my chest,
tears forming
in my eyes. I
rain to the bathroom
so that no one could
see me cry.
I've never been
in love before.
I felt a million
different emotions
rushing through my
head.
Awful.
Insecure.
Upset.
Confused.
Did that night
mean anything
to you?
