I take one look at you and a million things start running through my mind.
I text you and anxiously await a response.
I wonder what it will be like the next time we hang out, and if you feel anything for me.
Could this be something?
Because all I really want is to be wanted.
I want you to be as excited to see me as you are when you see your food coming in a restaurant.
Or when something really good happens to you, I want you to think, how should I tell her, what should I say?
It's not that I like you.
It's that I'm hoping for a different ending to the story thats just beginning.