well I looked him in

his galaxy eyes today,

pretending to pray,

to 14 gods I know

don't exist. And I

bit back smiles and

giggles and cries

because he makes

me so happy, but

he can't be mine.

his hand brushed against

my fingers as we walked

around the mall looking

for a place to sit,

and I blushed more

than I did when I stared

into his orbiting stars

and planets, as if they had

exploded like my fears,

and were replaced with

a beautiful landscape.

my heart pounded as

if I had no chest and I

feared he could hear it

and see it through my

clothing. I wonder if

he could, or if I mis-

understood the situation

yet again.

I hope not again.

I wanted to take a

picture of his face and

keep it by my bedside;

he was blushing with

a trace, the freckles on

his nose against his red

skin gave it away. Oh,

what I would do for that

to happen tomorrow.