I don't know why or how it came to be but at this very moment I find myself missing you.
I don't know what this means or what you mean to me. I don't even know what to say to you.
I don't know if you think of me the way I think of you, but I like the way you carry yourself around me.
I don't know if I could show you the less pretty side of me just yet, but I know at some point I will want to.
I don't know how you see me but I like to feel your eyes on me. I like how your gaze makes me feel.
I don't know if you are for real or not but I want to just enjoy any moment we may share.
I don't know why you treat me like this, why you keep to yourself, why your fingers fit between mine.
But I know that I wish I could see you again soon.