Just spend the whole day in Lexington with B. Every muscle in my body was screaming to touch her at every instance our arms brushed as we walked. I wanted to put my arm around her or hold her hand or any showing of affection that was both innocent and meaningful. Every look she gives me, every laugh I am responsible for, the way she says my name, everything means so much more to me then it rightly should. I feel reckless and adolescent for falling so hard for this girl in the most innocent of ways. She feels pure as snow, and I’m the cloudy mud that is trying so hard not to invade her beauty, but I want her in ways that are all at once foreign and all too familiar.