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You smile. I laugh. You put your arms around me. Gentle, almost insecure. I lift my arm and place it on your back, just as gently as you did. You sing. My heart skips a beat and I feel warmth radiating in the cold hollows of my chest. I bite my lip. Try not to look at you for the fear that my face could give away what I really feel. You laugh. In the end, I fall for those eyes anyways. I look at you, desperate. As if your eyes could tell me all your secrets. I am trying so hard to conceal the voices of my heart, but I am failing. We talk. I feel nervous. Can you feel it too? Probably not. What do you feel? Who am I to you? Am I your friend? Am I the person you think about before you fall asleep? Or am I just another person in the mensa line for you? I don’t know and I won’t ask. You decide to leave and go on with your life. I stay seated and watch you from a safe distance. Th...