Old jeans

Owen,

You know when old jean no longer have that new feling and you hate them?

Just like old love. 

Don't quote me on that yet. I've never experienced it yet

That's how I feel, we met up a couple of times for coffee at Joy's 

But in the past couple of weeks you haven't:

Called

Texted

Sms

Imed

Messaged

or

Tweeted.

You haven't said anything to me, 

About me

Or having anything to do with me.

I feel like a school girl with a new crush

Waiting around each corner hopping that maybe just maybe

I'll catch your eye, or you'll surprise me by coming up and talking to me

I know we've only known each other a couple of weeks but you have kept me busy to write anything down.

I just hope that you

Stay, Please, Stay

Old jeans

They loose their shape

They go out of style

They rip, tear, and give out.

I just hope I'm not like an old pair of jeans

To you

Stay, Please, Stay