I look over at you, seated in the next row.
Glancing at your hand, I wonder how it would feel to hold.
Our fingers curling together, grasping each other.
My heart skipping a beat.
Chills running through my body.
Your warm palm pressing against my own.
Our hands fit together like puzzle pieces.
I rest my head on your shoulder and smile, closing my eyes.
What a world it would be, if you were with me.
Until then I just sit alone, wondering what that place would be like.
Maybe one day I will finally feel the safety your hands provide.

I didn't know you were there.
I suppose you never went anywhere.
Seeing him in his chair caused me to realize I kind of cared.
Never before had I really stared.
But he changed my world by just being there.
I suppose this is special in some way.

It feels impossible to explain what I feel when I am near you.
So many emotions flash through my heart and soul.
I beg my mind to just put into words what I am feeling.
But as I stare at the blank screen, only silence resonates.
How can I explain the sheer magnitude of safety I feel when I simply stand next to you?
What words could be used to describe the beats my heart skips when you smile?
How many pages would it take to recount the exhilarating tenderness of your touch?
If I could paint, no canvas would be enough.
If I could sing, no set of lyrics could encompass my joy.
I have been told that I talk so much, yet when I am asked to describe you I fall silent.
How can I put into words the feeling of my heart, trembling in my chest as you sit next to me?
It may be a futile gesture to attempt these explanations.
But I will never stop trying.