Blonde, not deaf.

       I hate to tell you I heard it all. I heard them ask who I was when I was away, why are you hugging that girl so much? This was after I was introduced to your friends. You were surprised that you knew some of mine.  This was after you nommed (ate) a cupcake I brought for you. After I pulled you to me and picked the crumbs off your scarf and you just watched, only protesting me slightly, I just crack a smile. You teased me about taking notes. I teased you for only having one color in your wardrobe. Your friends said I should have brought more cupcakes and that they have kitchens I’m more then welcome to come use to bake cupcakes in. I just laughed I wish I knew why I had my arm around your shoulders. I wish I knew why you tease me about my PDL team, about you being an ultra, about being so serious. I hate the way you get under my skin. No, no I don’t. I love it. I love being around you, the way you feel under my fingers, the way you look at me and somehow I manage to relax and get so very small feeling at the same time. I also heard you say that you’re bringing that girl to the next home game. I made a mental note to stay away. My heart is pretty fragile and I don’t want to spend the game wishing I was her. Wishing I was the one you plan on pulling to your side and look at with those warm brown eyes. I have to shake my head and laugh, knowing I’m being ridiculous about this.