I don't choose to love.
If anything, I try not to.
But god-
I look forward to Mondays now.
Who does that?
It's as if my whole day
Can be turned around
Depending on if he stays after
Or not.
The only other person
I love in that club
Quit.
And god,
This is different.
The game of Uno.
It was just a game of Uno,
But it was so different once he joined.
Once a week.
Only once a week.
Monday's tomorrow.
Those little side conversations
We have
When we're supposed to be paying attention.
Only two weeks until the competition,
And we're making jokes.
Twice a week.
Twice a week now.
Mondays, Saturdays.
His hand was right there.
What a whimp I am.
I don't choose to love.
But here I am.
