I write on my wall. It is a habit of mine. I write the things I wish, the things I love, the things I wish I could love. I want to invite her to my bedroom one day. Not to get her into my bed, but so she can see my wall. So she can read my feelings. So that I don’t have to say them out loud. I’m hoping she understands. The right girl will help me repaint that wall. Because if she really is the right one, then all the wishes came true, and we can start new ones.
By John Mark Goforth