Yesterday.

4 months have passed.
January, February, March, April.
It's May of my affair.
Could this be real?
I've held back.
Scared to believe it's real.
Hurt in the past.
Wishing I wasn't so scared.
He kisses me.
I kiss him.
Words shouldn't matter.
Though, somehow they always do.
Wishing he would say it.
That all he really does is care.