we met when i was 14 years old. you were the first and only boy to recite poetry to me on the steps down to the subway. i got lost in your rhymes and will always remember how you described me having “ethereal eyes”. i came home that day, and looked up ethereal in the dictionary.
–adjective 1.light, airy, or tenuous: an ethereal world created through the poetic imagination. 2.extremely delicate or refined: ethereal beauty. 3.heavenly or celestial: gone to his ethereal home. 4.of or pertaining to the upper regions of space
my friends were aghast, the bottom of their jaws resting on the pavement. i had braces, and a pimple that would never go away. you wore 2 different colored shoes, an oversized fubu tshirt. you wouldn’t let go of my hand, which made me excited yet very intimidated. you were 17. you asked me to prom that year. and i said no because i was scared shitless.
a few nights ago we met at a starbucks. you visited me at binghamton and enticed me to go out and spend a crazy night downtown, for the last time that either one of us would be students here. hours at a coffee shop, two friends talk of their past and their future. one is level headed as always, guiding the younger one home.
dima has been my knight in shining armor for the past 6 years. i have never been able to take his advice or trust him 100 percent. drunk hookups can change things.
you ask me, how many kids do i want to have. how big of i wedding would i like? i smile, and answer with sincerity. i drive you back to your frat house, wish you a night full of fRAT invested festivities. half man, half animal.
i want 3+ kids and a beach wedding. you remind me that i am beautiful, and that i should not waste my time on low quality people. you like everyone else, seem to see something in me that i do not.
we awkwardly kiss on the lips and wish each other good night.
