Back To Square One

I've written countless of millions of words

Of how seeing merely the dimples in your cheeks makes me want to beam with ecstasy

Of how summer happens, and I forget you

And then school happens and I remember again

Of how you fill me to the brim with happiness

But I can, and I will write it again

Just your smile

Those little dimples in your cheeks

And those white ass teeth

It gives me flutterflies

And that brown, curly hair

Going in waves, much like the ocean

And somehow, I muster up courage

And I'm nearly, nearly there

I walk up to you, and am about to ask you

But then I think of the possible outcomes

99% chance of no, 1% of yes

And then I'm back to square one