And I wish I lost my shyness, just to once be able to look him in the eyes.

Alas, my bravery is not enough and my gaze lowers itself to admire the floor.
I begin to notice the pebbles and scuff marks on the ground. Birds pecking at bread crumbs on a distant sidewalk. Looking at most anything else. Noticing the way my pulse races as he walks by
Just,
    not the color of his eyes.

I cannot look at him.

I feel as though my intentions will burn and I will be left barren.

He would know how much he means to me.