I nervously walk up to those big front doors.
it´s only been two weeks,
but this place seems so unfamiliar.
as i watch them slowly open,
i can´t help but think...
here it comes.
another semester with him.
I step onto the white tile floor,
not knowing what to expect,
but hoping to run into him.
Instead, my friends rush up to me,
a big group of excited girls
wearing their brand new clothes,
smiling from ear to ear.
Before I know it, things are back to normal.
The squeals of the sixth graders ringing in my ears,
the evil glares of upper classmen haunting my mind,
and the teachers scolding voices
echoing through the halls.
and then i see him
standing there like a god.
his hands in the pockets
of those sexy black jeans.
that adorable little smile
is spread across his face.
those dark brown curls
bounce as his head turns to face me.
a quick glance from those deep brown eyes
is all i need to fall in love
all over again.
why must this happen to me.
i want to forget him.
i want to move on.
i want to be happy.
but all i can think about
is what happened between us.
its almost as if i can feel the touch of his lips
brushing against mine.
all i see is his eyes looking into mine.
and as beautiful as all of that is,
i wish it would go away.
