we walked together to the library,

you, making stupid jokes about people and about me

me, listening and wittily answering back at you

we sat in the corner of the child's section

and started writing a ministory in french

you suggested: let there be a prince who kicks ass!

let the princess kick ass, austin! i answered.

you shook your head, and your eyes flickered to my hand

you sorta just reached out and held it

ignoring the raging zoo in my stomach, i said:

uh, austin? i need that hand to write.

you smiled and sat on another chair, and took my left hand

better? you asked.

yeah, was all i could say

and after two hours of trying to concentrate and silly little fights,

we ended up writing a story about a prince and a princess

who kicked each other's asses (they hated each other's kingdoms)

but ended up falling in love.

i put my head on your shoulder,

closing my eyes because i wanted to sleep so bad

cherry? you said, breaking the silence

hmm?  i sighed

why does love hurt people?  you asked

i opened my eyes and looked at our entwined hands

because, you accept the love you think you deserve. and sometimes, that love ends up hurting you

you looked confused. well do you ever accept the love that you really deserve?

that's for people who fall in love to find out, i said

you squeezed my hand.

would you like to go to the park with me, tomorrow? apparently there'll be a comet, you said

yes, i said, we better go home, my mom'll kill me.

you threw your head back and laughed, how could anyone kill anyone as amazing as you, cherry?

 (je crois que je suis au nuages, avec toi à mes côtés, mon amour)

(i think i'm at the clouds, with you at my side, my love)