183/1000 - One Year: Part 1

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Driving to your house
Was more stressful
Than asking you out.
I had to wait in your living room
For you to walk down the stairs.
You were wearing something new,
And it looked like your aunt
Is better at doing your hair
Than my mom is.
You said goodbye to her
With a hug,
And I shook your uncle’s hand
Before we got in my car.
“Okay,”
I said before you buckled in,
“I know this might be weird,
To start our date in my car,
But I have something for you.”
You watched me silently
As I reached behind my seat
And pulled out a wrapped gift.
“My mom may have wrapped it,
But the present’s from me.”
You tore through the paper carefully.
It was closer to pulling it off, actually,
Because you didn't tear it,
But when you opened the box up,
You gasped,
And were those tears
Welling up in your eyes?