from the second i saw you i felt it. there was something different about you, and i wanted to know what it was. i wanted to know you; to understand you; to be around you. there's just something there, and sometimes i think you see that too. but othet times i wonder if you even notice me? i've felt it before, but not like this, not this quick, not in this same way.
i barely know you, but its there. you walk in the room, you open your mouth; you just sit there and do nothing. it feel like my stomach wants to jump out of my mouth.
i can't tell anyone else. they wouldn't understand. they don't know you, and if they do, they don't know me. nobody can understand what it is without knowing you and knowing me. they can't understand; they won't understand.
so i try to play it cool like there is nothing there. but that drives me insane! why should i have to ignore what i see could be there; is there. i feel like i'm denying something that i feel is right. like by ignoring it i'm saying that there is something wrong with it, but there isn't. just because i barely know you, and you barely know me, doesn't mean that there couldn't be that connection.
do you feel it like i feel it? do you sense what i sense? sometimes i think you do...but other times i just don't know.
i wish i could ask you these questions, i wish you could give me those answers. but i can't lose what i do have, what i could have. i can't risk it all for something i don't know is there. something i only think could be there. does that make me a coward? does that make me a wuss? or does that make me wiser?