Cost

_{It was thoughts of him that kept me warm when no one else was home,
and the memory of his lovely laugh made me feel much less alone.
Was it selfish to want him all the time,
both in body as well as mind?
My own invitation turned to freeze me, in the end-
we are still only just friends.}





"Opportunity Cost" is the full title, I believe.
I know, I know. Silly teenage angst is the fount of most poetry, unfortunately. Lucky for me, I only seriously thought like this for a fraction of a second before my intelligence actually kicked in.
I need another challenge. Any suggestions?