“did it hurt,” i say,
“when you fell from heaven, you angel?”
you laugh and i laugh too.
we laugh at how corny that line is,
at the guys who actually use it,
at the girls who giggle and twirl their hair in response.
i love that we laughed,
that you didn’t get creeped out,
that i didn’t mean it.
i love that we laugh about a lot of things,
about my roommate’s silly hair,
about the time i fell on the ice,
about your nickname.
i love all of those things,
but i’m worried that i love you,
and that you don’t love me in return.