Jumping off the bus, a stomach full of butterflies
Why? I wasn’t sure
I had gone and met him so many times
But my stomach still raged with nerves
Running down to the shops, our meeting spot.
Ending up in the rain together, me in the soaked dress, him in the wet tracksuit
Our laughter bellowed through the streets as we ran to your flat, chinese in hand.
After we ate, we cuddled in your bed, to maintain heat, of course
And maintained the heat was, lying in bed until the wretched alarm went off
Putting it back another 30 minutes
I’d face my mothers wrath later,
Now I was content staying here