I know you like him.
I know you always stalk him.
I know you took little non-quality pictures of him.

I know it.

The way you look at him.
The way you smile when you see him.
The way your behaviour changes,
I know all this.

Still, I let you talk about him a lot when I'm there,
because I look at that smile of yours carefully,
and your eyes sparkle beautifully.

Tell me more about him.
Sure it hurts,
But inside of me I'm happy to see you happy.