About A Boy

Years.

Years I’ve known him but I've never really known him.
In hindsight, he was there quite often,
But I never paid him much mind.

And then, I ran into him at a bar.

I didn’t think much of it
He asked for my number,
I gave it.
I didn’t think much of it.

I didn’t see him again for a month or so.

And then, I ran into him at a bar.

He smiled,
I smiled.
We started talking.

I went to his house last night after work.
At midnight-thirty.
And we talked.
For five hours.
We talked.
It was really nice.

And then we kissed.
I would say he kissed me,
But I’m honestly not sure how it happened.
But it happened.

And let’s be honest;
I’m glad it did.

I was getting ready to leave,
We were on his porch, smoking,
And we kissed,
And with his face an inch or so from mine
He said:

"I like you.
A lot.
I have, for a long time now."

I’ve known him for years, but I’ve never really known him.
In hindsight, he was there quite often,
But I never paid him much mind.

But apparently he did.
He noticed me.
Remembered me.
Remembered things I’d forgotten.

And he said to me
“I like you.
A lot.
I have, for a long time now.”

And I sighed, and told him the truth,
Because I don’t think I could lie to him if I wanted to.
I said

“My god, it has been a long time since someone has said that to me.”

And it’s true.

And yes, there is that little part of me that thinks;
He’s a boy.
He wants to sleep with you.
He’s obviously lying.

But I don’t think he is.

And honestly,
Even if he is,
That’s the best lie I’ve ever heard,

And I could really use that lie right about now.