every time you walked into the sunlab
I started to panic
how can someone be that hot
somehow that thought became commonplace
but looking at you I might as well just stare into the sun
immaculate hair,
a wry smile peering out from round wire rim glasses
reader, tell me whether I rendered her properly
years later, when I returned to school
you expressed that relationships came easy because of your looks
you shared how easy the Ivy League experience was for you
how your phone plan was pennies
how far away you were from your parents
in every way, a world so different from mine
full of so much capability it became boredom
how jaded you had become
but to this day,
you’re still the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met