His smile was crooked.
Shy, he was.
Shy, at first.
Our eyes would secretly meet.
Those silent conversations.
Shy, he was.
His smile was crooked.
It was sincere.
I've never seen such a smile.
A shy smile.
A genuine smile.
A scared smile.
A smile for me.
The boy with the crooked smile,
smiled for me.

Those wandering eyes,
never seemed as significant at the time.
How was I to know,
those eyes could see me,
see me the way no one else could.
The first interactions were the hardest.
You were shy.
As was I.
You would stand upon my feet,
as I stood on yours.
This became but a game.
How was I to know those first interactions
would change my life forever.

Silent whispers.
Under covers,
legs intertwined.

Light kisses,
sun rays,
birds chirping.
    Day dreams.

Take my hand,
Let us run.
Run.
Run away with me,
Where nobody knows our names.
We'll play our childhood games
of hide and seek and kiss chasey.
We can claim a tree as our own,
Cling to its limbs for dear life,
Cling to these moments of
innocence and true love.

and then
he looked
into my eyes
and I knew
this was
the beginning
of something
unbelievable.