He, the word, his name, his real name. The way he makes me smile, a simple smile, a happy day-dream smile. But no, I know what your all thinking; I don't love him, I don't even like him, to be honest I don't know him that well. He certainly doesn't love me, or like me, or know me. We have a weird situation, we don't speak, or call, or text even. We pass by and smile, he always does it, in class I look up and there he is. His gorgeous eyes meet mine and we're locked there for, what feels like, decades. But in reality it's not, it's seconds, not even that, just a glace but so strong and deep it feels like so much more. Look down, small smile look back at him then you get the that-was-nice wink and you both turn away. Every day, every class, every time. Are you guessing yet? working out his name are you? well that will have to wait, I don't give out information until your ready for it. I do that, im very untrusting , if I tell you something you're close to me. very close.
