Cold fingertips and toetips,
Soft chords on the ear,

Mild filtered yellow light,
Through the folds of thick paper,

A drop here, and a drop there,
On the window, behind the blinds,

Naught, but a pillow and a blanket,
to keep you warm.

The girl with kaleidoscope eyes.

She was my first crush.

I liked her nose-ring.

I liked her principles. 

She stood out in a sea of faces.

I still remember that she wore red.

We had one date.

She was a happy girl.

She liked colors.

She liked slow walks.

She wrote a poem for me.

I wrote a song for her.

I owe her a date.

She knows about all the others.

She knows about me.

She feels like home.

Yesterday after a long day's exam I sat on one of them high stools near the coffee shop. My feet were dangling, and couldn't reach the ground. It felt SO nice. I couldn't remember being that happy in the recent past.

There's a reason some things don't have a reason. :)