The boy with the cute smile. The one I see every day. He boy who drives me nuts without even knowing it. He.. makes me happy. I always am afraid he'll hear my heart beating at a million miles per hour whenever I sit next to him...
I wonder, do you have the urge to interlock your fingers within mine every time I touch your hand? Because I do. And I fight it. Because I know your preferences and I don't want to scare you away. After every excuse I make to come into contact with you, I always wish you didn't let go.
