"Eli, I like you." Those were the words that slipped out of my mouth one day after school at The Dot. We sat and stared at each other. You could just feel the awkward in the air. He was shocked, and so was I. It was sudden and impulsive.
"I have to go," I said. I ran out of The Dot, and all the way home. I ran up the stairs to my room and looked out the window. It had begun to rain. I loved the rain; the way the drops of water sounded against the window pane, and the way that they felt cool hitting my face. It was calming. I turned on my iPod and heard Model Homes by In-Flight Safety play. That was my favorite song. I listened to the lyrics, grabbed a piece of paper, and began to write:
I love you
Do you love me
When we looked into each other's eyes
Did it mean anything
When we danced to that love song
Was the feeling true
When I'm away
Do you feel blue
When I walk by
Do you feel a connection
When I stand by your side
Do you feel my protection
When I smile at you
Do you feel cared for
When you leave me
Will you love me anymore…
I felt tears run out of my eyes, and watched as they fell onto my poem. It was what I felt. I heard a loud knock at the door. I ran to the door anticipating my dad. He should've been arriving home soon. I ran down the stairs while wiping the tears from my face. I opened the door and saw a black haired boy smirking.
Eli…