you look my way with piercing blue eyes that steal a glance every now and then,  hoping i won’t notice.
when you laugh, you throw your head back and the perfect lips of yours open.

when my name is mentioned, you turn a slight shade of pink.
as you scan my features, i turn my focus to you while you avert your eyes, hoping i won’t notice.

i want to know you more.
     i want to know your story.
        i want to run my fingers over your
freckles,
scars, and
birthmarks.

is there such a thing of wanting too much?