Lessons From the Kissing Booth

Under your bed I found a box full of bottles stuffed with genies, and I smashed them. Those wishes were past their expiration date anyway.

The space between you and me has been like the last page at the end of a chapter. But that may soon change. In the winter I went and planted my name in flower seeds in your yard, and now that spring is nearly knocking on my front door like a suitor in a tuxedo shiny at the elbows, well, I'll be coming up in colors outside your window any day now.