Perfectly Imperfect Me

I was just a girl to you originally,

Who sat in the back of your Algebra class,

But one day,

You asked for a pen,

And I guess,

We just started talking.

My phone number was saved,

On your phone as a “friend,”

But  I wish I could say,

The same about yours.

We talked for hours,

About the craziest things,

Like popcorn,

And Star Wars,

And football.

I guess I never realized,

That I was lucky,

Until I saw you,

Ask another girl for a pen,

In the hallway,

And now I don’t know,

If I was lucky,

Or I wasn’t enough to make you,

Want to change my number,

On your phone,

To something else,

Other than “friend.”