by Mariyah Rajshahiwala
The sweet smell of ice cream
Always take me back to my first date,
It was a “cool spring night” feeling in the middle of winter
I† was a “go somewhere on his motorcycle” spontaneity
It was a “I’m supposed to sit side-saddle” moment
It was an awkward “my mouth is way too close to his ear” conversation
It was a “my sweaty hand is bruising his shoulder” grip
It was a “speeding on a highway” high
It was a “streetlight sparkle” in my eyes
It was a “my cheeks are wind chaffed” look
It was a “I know dark chocolate ice cream is your favorite” flirting
It was a “I can’t take my eyes off of your face” compliment
It was a “I don’t care if it’s getting late” commitment
It was a “I love how much you love my stories” smile
It was a “he bent down for our selfie because I’m too short” humor
It was a “Is there chocolate on my face?” horror
It was a “braking too hard” hug
It was a “we are going home way too early” thought
It was a “I think I like him, really like him” warmth
It was a “Could I spend forever with you?” goodnight
Can I tell you a secret?
It’s a “I’m still dating him” secret
