A ruffle of your hair,
The eyes of the feigning clappers,
Eyes that ooze jealousy when your name is read out.
A pat on the back,
A sudden turn of the heads,
Heads still bewildered while you answered first.
The adoring parents,
Shouting out loud in the audience,
Realizing their son played a role none in the crowd was capable of.
Those happy rides home,
After the parents teachers meet,
The opportunity to brag.
A peck on the cheek,
A kiss on the lips,
For she can’t hold herself back anymore.
She has to give in,
For she doesn’t see anyone but you,
A trusted beloved to share her life and love with.
As it turns out, my rewards are hardly derived from my elation. They are compounded by the emotions people around me portray through their actions. Anyone else recognize themselves through this post?