I want to peel that dress off her and push her against the wall. Kiss her once and for all and find out how good she tastes. Run my hands through her hair and ask her what she likes. I want to hold her in the night and wake up with her in my arms. An awareness spreads through me. The understanding of how this isn’t a crush. This isn’t something I’ll get over in a day or two. It’s real, and it’s scary, and it’s the first time I’ve let myself feel in two and a half years. It’s almost overwhelming how much I want her. Terrifying, too, because how do I find out if she wants me?
