Why do I get so nervous around you? When we are apart, I can't help but think of you. Of your features, the way you talk, the way you smell. But when you're right here, I can't even look in your eyes when you talk to me. Your smile sends shivers down my spine and your aroma paralyzes my reasoning. I'm ashamed, of these feelings so juvenile. The same part of me that wants you closer pushes you away. I should be used to loving you from a distance. We were never close enough for my hand to hold yours, but never too far for me to stop reaching.
