And I think about those moments when we look at each other and suddenly we're the only two people in the room
and I wonder if those moments mean anything to him
Does he feel the way I do when he holds me in his arms as the sun rises
Does it mean something to him, when he holds my hand and brushes my hair out of my face
Do you think he ever wonders if we have a future together or gets butterflies when people say my name
Does he ever look for me in the crowds of people or get excited when my name flashes across his phone screen
Has he ever hoped that we would run into each other in the produce aisle at the grocery store Or that we'll go home to watch movies by the fire together after a long day
Has he replayed my smile in his head over and over again hoping he can recreate it
Does he speak highly of me when his friends ask does he think I could be something special, maybe we could be something special