The Cute-Awkward Dates

Our sweaty palms

hold each others tightly,

while my converse

stick to the soda and

butter-covered floor.

I think I can hear

your heart racing,

I wonder if you can hear mine

racing in my chest.

My mind races

and my heart picks up speed

when you glance at me.

Though an action film

plays in front of us,

I can't keep my eyes off of you

and the way your eyes look

as they'd dart around the screen,

absorbing every detail.

You glance at me

every once in a while,

as if checking to make sure

I was still there.

A small smile

colors your face

when I'm still there.

We both reach

into the popcorn bucket

at the same time,

our fingers brushing

causing our simultaneous blushes

and burst of giggles

at the cliche,

as we're shushed by the lady

behind us.

Every date feels like the first with you.

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"I'll Be There"

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My Late Confession

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