In a Pickle

Autumn, not quite the color of love, but still warm. True love is in the air. Time to pick out a flame for the season for those cold winter nights. I got a one in mind, but I'm on the mind of more than one. This is where my flirting gets me in trouble. Leading to many people on at the same time. Bounds someone will find me out. Only the women, would care. Some of the men, would be turned on and some will call me a slut and ignore me. Same old story. 


The one on my mind is eight years older than me. I don't find that creepy, like others do. We instantly clicked, sorta. It was enough to know. I'm daydreaming and dreaming of the dreaminess he produces. I couldn't quit smiling, and I couldn't tell if it was a bad thing or not. He was smiling when I smiled. His eyes were sparking, I felt myself glow in this whole world of the two of us. The butterflies made me nervous for hours. I instantly became witty and the kinda cute that's sexy. I acted shy, when I wasn't afraid to talk. But deep down, I didn't want to mess up.