I walk into the big brick building, I wonder if you're coming today? You said you might not, but there's still a chance that you will. I scan the rows of people and cannot find you. I begin to loose hope that I'll see you today. You walk in the door and I catch you, I am not singing today. You ask me to sit with you, I agree. You introduce me to your sisters, I smile and say hello. We sit down and you offer me your jacket because I look cold, I refuse, you offer, I refuse. I win, it's the first time. Mass begins, we look at eachother and smile so much, this is strange for me, to be sitting here with you... it's almost like... no, I can't think like that. I look away but keep smiling. I pretend to concentrate on the preist, but I'm really trying to see what you're looking at out of the side of my eye, I think you're still looking at me, you look away. I bug you to sing with me, you hum along and then begin to sing a little bit. You refuse to sing the mass parts, we argue, you win. You know that you've won and you make a kiss motion in my direction. You're so cute, if this wasn't church I might just flirt back. We say the Our Father, we hold hands, I'm shaking. You think I'm cold and offer me your jacket again, I refuse. We smile. Mass ends, your sisters bug you to leave, you come with me for a minute to say hi to the others. They look at us knowingly, it seems like everyone knows except for us. You say goodbye and leave, and I am left again with the warm tingly feeling of happiness.
