You sit behind me in class, And perhaps I am so acutely aware of your presence because I remember what you said behind the safety of your keyboard and it made my heart flutter.
Or perhaps it is because You sat on the other side of the room until I told you my secret; because I was never very good at keeping secrets, And now I can feel you brush my back And play with my hair And your eyes burn the back of my head But you blush and apologize when I notice.
Perhaps this is all so complicated Because you're already in love But it isn't with me. And you're a good guy, You'd never want to hurt her But I want you for myself And doing things that might hurt In the best of ways.
Or perhaps I am overly optimistic, maybe uncharacteristically so. But I remember the heat of your hand on my arm And the way you pulled back a moment and looked me in the eyes Because that tingle of skin couldn't have only been felt on my end.
All I know is this is so unlike anything I've experienced before. It's 3 years in the making. And I can wait a little longer A lot longer For you.