Three Dots

When I sent you that text

I meant it half joking,

100 percent serious. 

I know it sounds silly at first

The simple question:

“Who do you have a crush on?”

Who makes your stomach flutter

Like a million paper cranes set to fly

Their delicate, sharp wings

Piercing every corner of your depression

And making you feel alive again

Who makes you feel safe and secure in yourself

Not thinking about any of the plaguing insecurities

That torment your life

All you can think about instead

Is their bouncy purple hair

And their priceless smile

Who makes you laugh so hard

Your chuckles fall like waterfalls, 

Your vision grows so blurry with euphoria

Just by being in their presence

“Who is that for you?”

I texted to her, my fingers hesitating

With bubbly anticipation

Three dots, for only three seconds

But it feels like thousands of eternities

“That person”, she texts back,

“Is you.”