Beautiful poem

I wanted so badly
to lie down next to her on the couch,
to wrap my arms around her and sleep.

Not fuck, like in those movies
Not even have sex.
Just sleep together,
in the most innocent sense of the phrase.

But I lacked the courage
and she had a boyfriend
and I was gawky
and she was gorgeous
and I was hopelessly boring
and she was endlessly fascinating.

So I walked back to my room
and collapsed on the bottom bunk,
thinking that
if people were rain,
I was drizzle
and she was hurricane.

– John Green (Looking for Alaska)