So her gazes lingers just a little bit longer than usual when I look her in the eyes.
And when I casually touch her arm or back, I see her smirk to herself. I know I seem a bit reserved, as I look away from her gaze or touch her in for the briefest of moments. But it's only to shore up my heart to keep it from bursting.
I'm a cynic. I somehow believe that I'm misinterpreting the whole thing. There is certainly a lot of room for that theory. Perhaps the data is there, but my judgement is clouded. So I tread softly so as not to spoil the dream, to preserve the blessed potential before the reality of what she already knows reveals itself to me.
This is the time for butterflied stomachs and awkward embraces.
-s6
And when I casually touch her arm or back, I see her smirk to herself. I know I seem a bit reserved, as I look away from her gaze or touch her in for the briefest of moments. But it's only to shore up my heart to keep it from bursting.
I'm a cynic. I somehow believe that I'm misinterpreting the whole thing. There is certainly a lot of room for that theory. Perhaps the data is there, but my judgement is clouded. So I tread softly so as not to spoil the dream, to preserve the blessed potential before the reality of what she already knows reveals itself to me.
This is the time for butterflied stomachs and awkward embraces.
-s6