I sit there in class trying to focus, trying to do my work. But, thoughts of you are running through my mind pulling my concentration elsewhere. I know that if I look up from my work I never will be able to look back at it. I know I shouldn't look up but, there is like this gravitation pulling my eyes away. And do I look up. I see you and all your perfection. And I smile. I can't do any of my work knowing that you are a mere two feet away from me. When you are really focusing on your work you mumble to yourself about what you are doing and it just makes me laugh. Then you'll look up at me and go 'you got something to say to me?' And every time you ask that I just tell you I heard a funny joke earlier. You'll shake your head and laugh and turn back to your work. And this giddily school girl feeling runs through my bones. Somedays if I am really lucky we will sit within kissing distance of each other and you knee will find its place touching my thigh. The warmth of our legs touching make me feel everything will be okay. The moral of this story is I don't get shit done in seventh period.
