I wanted so badly to lie down next to him on the couch,

to wrap my arms around him and sleep.

Not fuck, like in those movies.

Not even have sex.

Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase.

But I was gawky and he was gorgeous and

I was hopelessly boring and he was endlessly fascinating.

So I walked home and collapsed on the bottom bunk,

thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and he was a hurricane.