I go inside… make some sweet peach tea… pondering… thinking…. What is the definition of “too cool”, the superficial, meaning of you talk and walk a certain way… that automatically defines your being. We spend our whole lives trying to…. The tea pot is screaming for my attention… so I grab my favorite cup, mix’er up, and plop down in my comfy chair… and look out the window. Ty, is out there… standing… and staring. Im thinking…. Can’t you get a hint… i start to tear up. Why do i crave his touch, and his attention. The way he peers into my soul, the fire he bestills within me… I could never let any one hurt me that way again.. i tell myself. By now im shaking and pouring tears. I just get in the shower… mom always said, when it hurt so bad… just pour it out in the shower… it seemingly disappears down the drain with the rest of drops.