Outside the snow is melting. Streams of water pour over curbs into puddles on the dark streets.
It smells like Spring and even though I know it’s just a dirty trick I can’t help but venture outside to fill my lungs with the sweet scented air and let myself believe that the winter is over. If only just for a minute – I will believe it.
Inside things are changing, too. And like the Spring, something comes to melt away this ice heart. I feel reborn, dancing in the changes that the warm wind brings.
This weekend there were other boys that wanted to kiss me.
This weekend I kissed other boys.
Maybe this is just a dirty trick as well with no plans of sticking around.
But right now, I don’t care.