"are we a thing?"

like one of those

bouquet of

flowers, nothing

but red roses

and daffodils?

are we a thing,

like one of those

hollywood

movies, portraying

a romanticized

version of the

every day life?

like one of those

clouds made of

rain and sun, just

waiting for the

spring showers?

like one of those

clinche, cheesy,

always heard of

novels? or are

we something

much more special

than a thing?

where is this going,

will? should i even

ask?

"i'd like to be," you

say, but, "what kind

of thing?" i reply.

you think for a few

moments, your chin

cute as it matches

your pursed lips,

smudged up together

like your cheek in

your palm, in a 

constant state of

thinking, even if just

for the consistent

moment. "maybe..."

i offer, almost afraid,

but with a smile on

my face and my

heart on my face too

i continue to say,

"we're in a 

relationship now?"

and for some reason

the bouquet and

the movie and the

cheesy novel didn't

make sense, and a

blush came to my

face. i liked that it

didn't make sense,

and what did make

sense was will's face,

a memory of our kiss

flashed through my

mind. we can be us,

whether it be spring

showers or winter

snow days or summer

heat waves or autumn

walks and cups of coffee.

maybe we can be like

something new we

create. i sigh. i'm lost

in thoughts that don't

make sense, trying

to come up with an

image of us, an

expectation of love, 

but alas there is none

for two boys who just

started truly meeting

each other, beyond the

battles and the

scars. for two guy

friends who took it

one step further.

"baby?" you ask,

breaking the cycle

my mind had thrusted

my heart into.

"sorry, just thinking

ridiculous things."