Your eyes shine, but are dull at the same time. Your smile as precious and intoxicating as your laugh. When you look at me I ache because I like you. I scoot away because I can't compare when it comes to you. You don't think I'm nervous, but I truly am. I feel like I'll do something wrong, and you'll never talk to me again. You're my brothers friend that much is true, and I realize that I barely know you. I like how you say my name and seem to know you'll see me again. I always wondered why you'd try talking to me and I'll never know, but I hope that you never go.
