it was just a few raindrops

I wish I could just call you and ask if you'd like to find a good place to watch the thunderstorm that's happening above our heads, but even if I did, you'd be busy. I know you're strutting and dancing right now.

Goddammit, I don't want to like you--I just want to want you--and I want you to want me. (SHUT UP, I KNOW the Cheap Trick song popped into your head, don't you DARE sing it.)

But after officially knowing who you are for a week now, I already want to watch the light show in the sky with you.

Fuck--damn it.

I've never been a fan of your type of body, so what's changed?

And how annoyed were you with me last night?

And god, does my insecurity blatantly point out my young age to you? Is that a turn-off?

UGH UGH UGH just

Damn. Nope. Not again.