The next day, Ann and I texted all day while she was at work. We were flirting back and forth, which to me, was unbelievably surreal. When I say I have been crushing hard on this firl for 12 years, I mean it. She became the measuring stick for anyone else that I might consider dating. Like "yeah, she's cute, but she's no Ann". So the fact that she and I were talking, and not only that, FLIRTING! Was like a legitimate dream come true. I was positively floating like I never had before.
The day seemed like it was dragging. I was going to.see her after she got off of work, and it felt like that hour would.never approach, even though by this time, it was a mere 2 hours away. To pass the time, I started writing her poems. I hadn't really written anything since I was in my first real relationship, which was, by that time, about 15 years ago. So I may have been a tad...