Our eyes meet and I immediately wish it was our lips instead.
He's nervous, I can tell, because he bites his bottom lip into his mouth. I want to tell him I could do it for him.
I think I can tell whats coming next; I think I know what it is he's going to say.
His eyes are so much lighter than they've ever been.
I almost think I can see through them into his mind.
Maybe that's how I think I can tell what hes going to say.
'I love you', I think I can almost hear him say it now.
I want to stop thinking about it and I want it to actually happen.
"This isn't going to work out", he says.
He's biting his lip again and I see why he was nervous and eyes were light
because now my eyes are light and maybe if he looks hard enough he can see into my mind and see that its gone away.
Maybe its gone somewhere else; somewhere better.
Probably to a place where he says he loves me
I think I shouldn't think too much.