Looking back on a million boys I have liked in the past
Bright eyes
Smart shirts
Soft glances from the back of the room
The feeling that you want them to look at you
But you are terrified of it at the same time
Glance after glance after glance
Well aware that I`m giving myself away
Knowing that I only like him for his looks right now
Knowing that he doesn`t even know my name
No wonder my sisters make fun of me for it
But he is so beautiful
Standing there
Biting his lip and fidgiting with his pockets
His collar ruffled
My hands are at my sides
But my eyes are mentally fixing his collar
It`s bothering me for some reason
He looks so nervous
His eyes darting from one side of the room to the other
I know he doesn`t want to be here
Nobody taught him the art of being sauve
And dashing and bold and strapping
I like him, though
I catch his eyes for a moment and then hurriedly look away
I can feel his eyes running down the back of my shirt
My jeans
My pant leg
He looks away
I smile like a happy wierdo for no apparent reason
Everyone in the room looks at me funny
Who cares anyway.
Is he looking at me??
I glance backwards
I see him smiling for no reason at all.
