By Andre Wang

“A life with love is happy; a life for love is foolish” - Chinese Proverb

Her hand is chilly,

Cold from the calm blowing breeze.

Me?

My palms aren’t sweaty.

My heart isn’t pounding.

My legs aren’t wobbly.

I’m not really feeling much at all.

Kind of ironic right?

What a romantic sight,

Palm trees slowly fanning us as we walk by,

Like a slow romantic scene from a movie.

I start to wonder,

Is this really love?

Love so warm it feels

Like sticky blueberry ice cream,

And so awestruck,

That its voice sounds like the teenager

Ordering passion fruit boba on a Monday afternoon.

Maybe I’ve been too desperate,

Searching for something that seems so elusive.

Maybe it’s time to let life run its course

And show me love.