This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at C of C chapter.
“How do you know them?” She asks
My freckles disappear in the blush
Matching my sweater,
Your favorite—
Like my eyes, you said.
To answer that question
Would span eons.
I know you in every way imaginable,
And I fathom something new
Each time I hear you sing.
So instead I smile.
I wear my blush as an accessory.
No longer caring
If the flush reveals too much.
All traces of cynicism have faded.
It is simply,
Unfiltered emotion, everything I’ve ever
Wanted to feel. Whole
Heart filled to the brim.
You can hear it in my voice when
I reply
“Oh, well, they’re my lover!”
She laughs;
I believe in that moment she could
Really see my pupils morph their shape
Into small hearts.
happy valentine’s day <3