tomorrow I'm meeting her for the first time in forever.
I have no idea what she thinks of me.
whether she thinks I'm still pining,
whether she thinks I still wonder
for her to barge into my lonely tower
and rescue me like my knight in shining football gear.
(I want so much to stop wishing for things like that.)
because she's right;
if she thinks that about me, she is right.
I take a deep breath
before the leap
and then plunge into cold water
with my eyes squeezed shut.