This one's about you (but aren't they all?)

Nervous or excited,
I have yet to determine the difference.
We came in from the dark February night,
Holding hands, fighting cold.
I cleaned and you looked on,
Making me laugh straight from my heart.
You look at me like I put stars in the sky,
And for once, I felt that I did.

Those walls, covered in posters and pictures, are history now,
As is the sound of that spinning record,
Playing music from before we knew existence.
It is all just another chapter.
My feelings for you, however, are not.

It isn’t too bright in that room,
Due to the light that never seemed enough.
We sit and talk on the floor,
Playfully teasing and laughing
And loving.

There was never second guessing with you,
Never an ounce of wonder as to how you felt.
Maybe there should have been.

That note you wrote me, it now lies ripped up in the trash.
We compared our writing,
Mine a silly lettering with my I’s dotted too wide,
Yours of a typical boy, chicken scratch,
With only 4 words.
“Kiss me now, please.”
And I did.
And I had never felt so much.

That was my perfect moment,
Yet it seems that they were all perfect with you.
That February 14th,
Chocolate chip pancakes
And a slow dance to Bob Dylan.
But in this perfect moment,
There are no roses, no cards, no holiday cheer.
There is only you and me.

Our fingers intertwined,
Our smiling simultaneously,
Our heartbeats as one.

The record spins on
And I laugh at a lyric before we kiss.
Embarrassment.
It only makes you want to kiss me more.
We continue laughing and happiness fills every corner.
I am leaving this place soon,
But at least these walls will be left full of love.

Perfect moments are memories,
And that is why this stays perfect.
There is nothing but love in this room,
Nothing else mattered in that moment.

You had not left,
You had not ignored me,
You had not found her.
We were happy and I was enough.

So my heart lives in that moment,
As it does in all my moments with you.
My love stays there,
With a smiling Italian boy
With dark hair and dark eyes.
My perfect moment will stay right where it is,
In that house,
In that room,
Where we fell in love.