To Her

She has wondering eyes, darting with curiosity but full of knowledge. She can feel that he's looking down at her with his lighter blue eyes hidden behind his hipster glasses.

The girl reaches into her bag to retrieve his head phones left at her house from summer days. She slowly realizes she put them in the pocket holding her once a month girl possessions, yet she's not embarrassed. She wants him to know, to realize how much of a women she really is, and has been for years. When she looks up at him to hand him the head phones he's smiling. And she wants to be a part of that smile, connected to it. Connected to him. But she simply gives him an uneven smirk, and her few last words to say before she hugs him one last time and walks in the direction of many other cars waiting to get out of the lot.


So I happened to survive my first day of freshman year and now I can't sleep. Oops. (from last night)