Lonely Thoughts

crush too

-what did I tell ya, it's a series-

So there's this GUY.

We only have one class together, but I hold onto that time like it's his hand.

squeezing and stroking, pushing and pulling

like the shy hesitant glances I send his way. 

H e   l a u g h s ,   a n d   t h e   s k y   b r e a k s   a p a r t.

Sometimes our eyes lock and my gaze jumps a split second too late 

(right behind my heart)

 and I duck away and wonder if he's still watching-

and kinda hoping he is?

I walk behind him to my next class, staring longingly at the back of his head. 

(I have convinced myself by now that it is not stalking, just observing)

I imagine us walking side by side;

his pinky finger would brush against mine and then tug it forward so he could hold my hand. 

We'd walk in silence, bright 

pink 

and refusing to look each other in the eye

but smiling so hard because it would feel 

so right.

On the days he walks behind me, I wonder if he wishes for the same thing.

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I dunno if I like these yet because so far they're a little melancholy and that's not what I'm really going for.

BUT OH WELL

thanks for reading, cupcake!