I covet a middle school love with you. One where I would bump into your arm on "accident" because my friends pushed me in your way. All because I confessed to them in the dark safety of my bedroom during a sleepover that I had a crush on you. And the following Monday, they would swear to do everything childishly possible to get you to know it too.

I want to write your name all over my papers and finger spell it all over my desk and walls wishing it was your skin. I want to whisper your name on shooting stars and take online unreliable "match" tests at night. I want to put emoji hearts by your phone contact name and in my friend group, use your "code" name.

I want to be in a middle school love with you. I yearn for a time before we had baggage from future relationships and the farthest we hoped for was a kiss. I want to travel back to a time when everything was simpler than this.