I'm becoming her
The girl who sits anxiously
Waiting for him to reply
Smiling at the texts he sends
And laughing at his jokes
I'm becoming her
Twiddling my thumbs when he is on my mind
Sighing when I realize how much I miss him
Wishing he could be here by my side
Wishing I could just reach out
Grab him by the head
And kiss him
Right on the lips
For the first time
I'm becoming her
The girl who's afraid of being seen
And he's looking right at her
Staring straight at her soul and
He's smiling
I'm becoming her
The girl who reaches out
To touch him
To prove that he's just an imagination
To prove that she made it all up in her head
I'm becoming her
The girl who realized that this is real
The girl that finally understands how she feels
I'm becoming her
The girl that likes him.