I’m Your Baby

I asked him if he wanted to leave with me, wearing the same costume I was wearing when we last left a party together, and he said yes. It was a different conversation when I said I was going to leave soon.

With me already crying, he said he thought about how he missed me last night, and it’s not that he doesn’t want to—that’ll he probably cry on his car ride home. I told him not to—that it’s not worth it. I said I missed him too, and that it’s okay. I left the party.

And I know I always cry, but I think I always intend to be more casual than him. I did not expect him to stay and I do not expect to get back together. I don’t expect forever even though I love him. I just wanted him to come over.

I said that was my last offer. Third time’s a charm. One yes and two no’s. I kissed his hand and he kissed mine.

His court now and he knows. I’m his baby—he won’t say it to me.