it was your unconscious stare

letter uno

I admit, I could not recall the day we met, but I could remember the day I felt that your little stares and nods became more than just a messages. 

They seemed indifferent, as it was what you had done to communicate to all of your peers. Although, I wanted to believe that you had looked at me longingly, with those dragon eyes of yours. If I had to imagine how I would walk from the city streets of Manhattan with the quest to explore every little section of the place, I would want to explore with you.

It was so obvious at the time, that I was undeniably, hopelessly, falling in liking with you. The answer to this has piqued my interest. Maybe it was because of how maturing limited the sensations I felt towards people. Was it because you stood out between all of the boys who slurred and viewed life with their grunts and under-developed hearts?

Maybe it was because of your intelligence, past your years. I could not view you less than an acquaintance; a friend. But feelings like that seemed to be what my heart desired to fight for.