March 25th was a cold Friday.
Don't you remember that?
Unseasonably chilly for springtime
And we wore thick coats and gloves.

The bus ride to Massachusetts took forever,
The one home took even longer.
I sat with you both ways
And peeked over at you from behind my hair.

I wondered what your lips were like
And wondered if they tasted like coffee
Or Mountain Dew or Arnold Palmer
And I wondered if they were as soft as they seemed.

You and I just sat there and shared music
And you introduced me to Kyle Sheffield
And I played you some Gaslight Anthem
And we had a lighthearted, easy conversation.

When we finally reached our destination
We went sort of separate ways
But we talked and laughed and spent the evening
As perfect friends, despite the tension there.

On the way home I broke down
And you let me cry into your suit
The nice suit that you wear for concerts
And told me it was okay to cry.

I cried because you liked another girl, too,
Someone who wasn't me,
And I cried to a Chopin nocturne because
There was nothing I could do.

You whispered to me
"Why am I being so stupid
When the choice
Is just so easy and obvious?"

And then so close to home
You extended your hand to me and said
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
And for the first time I held your hand.

It was March 25th
I remember because I was barely sixteen
And it was a Friday
And we held hands on the ride home that night.

I don't know if you asked
Because you were tired of being alone
Because I was crying so hard
Or because you really wanted to be with me.

I'd like to think it was
Because you really wanted me,
Not for any other reason,
No matter how silly that may be.

But I wish you would ask yourself that question
"Why am I being so stupid
When the choice should be obvious?"
And leave her for me.

I wish you would ask.
I pray that you'll open your mouth.
I think that history will repeat itself
And maybe the night will bring you back to me.

I know it's foolish
To spend so much time
And so many tears
On a boy like you.

But you and I have never been wise
Or normal, for that matter,
And so I hope you see my tears
And realize how much I love you

I hope these tears that I shed
Are like the ones I shed in March
And not falling in vain
But will eventually bring me to you.