I look his way every day,
the back of his head,
or even a profile glance.
My crush, my love.
Random small talk such as “Hey” or “how’s your day?”
With those short answers “hey” or “good”
Occasionally making way with a few sentences.
Nerves so bad, redness fills my face.
My hands shake.
Leaving the scene before I drown in “crush inflicted awkwardness”,
and am loving every second of these unforeseen interactions between he and me.
Us doing this dance with pure uncertainty.
Or at least,
A solo longing to be a duet.
My crush, my love, will you join me?
How can I show you? Do you even see me?
I am here, waiting for these moments.
Of you and I in the break room catching glimpses, passing by.
Is this true, or is it just me?
That one day you complimented me,
was that a hint or just you being friendly?
Recently I have pulled back in noticing you,
thinking maybe… we were not meant to be a “we”.
Downhearted, yet a little more at ease knowing I will not have the shaky hands or red-filled face,
let alone the excited nerves when I hear your voice.
But, today. Today we had the most words exchanged to date,
I noticed as he said “it was good seeing you”
I responded “what?”
He replied “it was good seeing you”
I then fumbled out a “it was good to see you too, thanks” followed by briskly leaving the room.
Could this be something more ?
Is he just being friendly?
We shall see..
As I see him daily.
My crush, my love.
I am still here, waiting excitedly.
About the Creator
Rayann
I love to create. I write poems from time to time, a way to escape. Perhaps, some stories too... they sometimes do what poems just won't do.
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