It's not a secret with the boy next door, it's not that bad boy at school, not that CEO billionaire affair.
It's a series of what if's, a string of thoughts that you brush aside, its that shared glance as you cross the street.
Not out of desperation, but the idea that "we could be something"
Not that everyone has a mother, a brother, a sister, a father. It's that sense of being alone.
That multiplied fantasy that you shrug away.
It's that feeling when they look your way, then you move on in life and think what did I miss out on?
That person who genuinely said thank you with a smile, a simple phrase, but you will never forget it.
Whether you are 15 or 50 you will find your self a child.
That trinket in your old shoebox hidden in the attic of your mind.
Love can be anything even if only the thought for a second.
