Maybe gonna write

my phone died
when i was telling you
how wonderful you are

my friends think you're great,
and it really humbles me
to be your girlfriend.

You have
invigorated me
for the long winter,
made me ache to
feel the cold in my lungs
as I tippy-toe to kiss you.


When you look at me
I can't breathe
because I've never seen anyone
see me that way.

Maybe it's childish,
but I thought romance was dead.
I never wanted to be
swept off my feet
or taken unawares
and somehow,
you did both without pissing me off.
(haha)

Years have passed since
I've felt warm.
These toasty lips of mine
want to thank yours

I know this sounds
elitist,
but I never thought
I'd find so much...
of everything I've really been longing for
in a math major.

:D

But I am so glad I did.

You balance me,
you keep me standing on my own two feet,
if only so that I can reach up and kiss you.

Thank you so much for everything you've done for me. You've given me gifts that mean more to me than I am capable of telling you right now. I already can't see the screen because I'm trying not to cry.
And a tear just fell onto my hoodie.
Yes, the red one.
I have rediscovered laughter, and smiles, and cuddles, and kisses, and warm beds. I am learning what it's like to fall for a math major.

So here's a formula for you...

(U + me) / distance
______________
(temp in my bed when you're there) - (average temp of my bed)

=

The heat it takes to melt this girl's cold heart.

Mulan by Sylvie Leigh

I put away my silks
and took up my sword.
I wore my hair short
And bound my breasts.
Instead of his blessing
I carried the name of my father
On my back like my shield.

Sword in hand,
I fought
Men twice my age
Men my father’s age
from the back of a horse
Four times my size
I learned a man’s touch
from the blows of his sword.

I fought in battle next to the best of men
Not one knew I was not one of them
I was not one of them

My hair kept shorn
Close to my face
To hide behind my mask.
I lost myself.

I lost on some battlefield
Along with my blood
The ability to heal the wounds inside
With warmth
Like a woman does.

Ten years in the bitter cold
taught me
The foolishness of silk.
The long winters
stripped me to solid core,
My warrior spirit,


I was a warrior
Not a woman
I was a warrior
Not a woman
But I was.

When I returned home after ten years,
My favorite silk kimono
Still hung by my bedroom door.
And my hair grew back.
And my hands grew soft.

But I did not.