• If he loves me, he'll tell me, right?

    After interminable conversations... on the phone.
    After hours of gazing into his eyes... on Skype.
    When will he say it?
    Or will he show it?
    A box of chocolates, or a bouquet of flowers.
    The chocolates will be gone in a day (rubs stomach)
    The flowers, dead in a week.

    He could give me money!
    But why?
    Is he trying to buy my love?
    I'm not some tramp on the street to him, am I?

    He could take me on a date.
    Where? A restaurant?
    Where the food is expensive, but I'm "worth it, baby."?
    Like earning my love is putting food in me.

    He could take me to see a movie.
    But we all know it HAS to be Disney. (He likes it.)
    Or some animated wannabe.
    Plus, it's not memorable.

    We could walk, talk,
    Hang out... Make out
    And many more!
    So what's he gotta say?
    Three simple words!
    That's all!
    I. Love. You.
    Bonus points for why he does!

    The day will finally come when he'll say it.
    I'll jump into his arms and he'd carry me up the staircase.
    So dreamy!
    I'll have it all planned out!
    And when that day comes, I'll do it!

    But when he finally did...
    He smiled as I brought him his backpack.
    Some face I've never seen before.
    We walked down the street.
    He was walking me home.
    He stopped suddenly.
    I did the same.
    He was staring contently at the ground.
    When he looked up.
    "I love you, you know that?"
    My plan crumbled as his "simple" sentence echoed in my mind.
    I'm not a princess.
    I'm a teenage girl.
    He's not a prince.
    He's a teenage boy.
    And this wasn't a fairytale.
    All I could do was squeeze him right there on that busy road.

    Remember the three "simple" words?
    Don't underestimate them.