I like the confidence you bring to class.
You stand so tall and proud.
You've got this, baby.
I'm just in the corner, watching you.
I like the way you respond to things.
I like the way I look at you.
When our eyes meet.
It's clear you're aware of my attention.
I love the idea of being weird with you,
so we can be weird together. I don't really care what people think around us;
I just want to do things that make us happy.
To be weird with you is to be known.
In your presence, I find what I've been searching for. But do you feel the same? If I confessed my thoughts, would you turn away? Would you erase me from your world? I fear reaching a point where you'd want me gone.
For now, our glances are enough. Your smile is all I need. I'll cherish these moments, even if my feelings remain unspoken. If I withdrew, would you notice? I'd rather not know. Your smile is all that matters.
Perhaps, with time, these emotions will fade, like the fleeting awareness in your eyes when you catch me looking at you. Still, I'll hold on to this silence, and the hope that things will stay just as they are.
Him.
