Looking upon the trees and open door leaves, the wind blows so slowly and peacefully. Walking on the concrete ground thinking about him, wondering does he feel the same as me. Pacing and pacing the ground constantly saying "he loves me, he loves me not". As the smell of homemade sweet potato pies come across my nose, it overcomes me. Hearing the wild beast, squirrels and raccoons, fight in the backyard. Yelling and screaming animals noises come from my creek, and turtles dive into their shells when they see me. They're scared just like me due to the unknown feeling if someone feels the same or not. Seeing the basketball bounce and hearing the ball come up from the ground and down again. The table is set and the smell of food sneak to my nose. Hamburgers, hot dogs, with hot ribs dipped in barbecue sauce, and juicy fat t-bone steaks. The family is over while the little kids run around my older brother aj, who is talking on the phone with some girl, but in my mind "he loves me , he loves me not, he loves me , he loves me not". The wind blows the blues and feeling those blues of sadness becausethe confusion of if he loves me is still unanswered. *2013