I get it..
I have a different hairstyle than you’re used to
He has a longer beard than you expected
We were laughing really loudly when we walked into the store…
I have “one of those faces” and you think you know me from somewhere
His shirt has an OU logo and you just graduated from there…
My shoes are cute
His shoes are cute
There are ten million reasons you were staring.
And, how did I even catch you staring?
I must’ve been staring, too, right?
I’m being sensitive
I’m being vain.
I’m being paranoid.
I get it.
But the reality is that I’m in love
And relationships already come with a whirlwind of emotions that
I didn’t expect
Or I wasn’t used to
So when we decide to run to the store
For the third time this week
To pick up some sushi
And all of you, in every aisle, behind every counter
It’s hard to blame it on my braids, or his beard.
It’s hard to throw out, another, benefit of the doubt.
Especially if your eyes are saying “no.”
And your frown is disapproving.
Your lack of expression is even more of a depression.
I’m not in this to be a spectacle.
I don’t love him because of the attention.
I didn’t have a choice, to be frank.
My soul and his soul collided.
And I know collisions are loud, and big, and hard to ignore.
I know they’re beautiful.
I know we’re beautiful…
…but try not to stare?