In that moment,
I was in shock,
frozen,
unsure,
your face pure and innocent.
It was your freckles in the light of my bedroom window.
It was the way your cheeks lifted against your intricate eyes in a smile, knowingly.
It was the way your gaze slanted to me as if I couldn't see you in the closeness under my arm.
I wanted so badly to kiss you right then.
Feeling what I do now, I wish I had.
It certainly would have heightened the two hours leading into it.
I am timid, dear, for this is new. I am afraid to break you with my pointed and sharp edges.
You fear rejection,
but how could I reject sanity?