It's the strangest thing.
You're across the room and I am relaxed but aware.
You're near me and I can talk and think, but I can't really focus.
Then you're close, and it's all I am aware of.

We're stood on the underground, talking confidently
Playing our game of flirting
And then the doors open and people pour on
Gently encouraging our bodies closer together.
He voluntarily moves closer, his face an inch from mine
And my mind numbs.

I can feel his arm against mine,
His breath on my face,
Our legs slightly entwined from the crowding,
And I freeze, both nervous and electrified
Aware of how easily I could embrace him
Aware of how much I want to.

The moment passes and my heart slows
But my body is more aware of his presence
Of how near to me he stands every so often
His face so temptingly close to mine.

I am so unsure of how he feels that I go over all the things that prove he likes me;
him placing gum in my mouth, avoiding my open hand
his eagerness to see me even when it's inconvenient
his intimate smile when I make him happy
his infectious laugh when I say something funny
his reference to our inside jokes
his snapchat showing that I am his favourite
But most of all his ignorance to my personal space
A space I want him in.

I count the minutes until you will invade it again.