She talks to me, waves to me, and smiles at me. so why do I still fear the thought of answering, or even looking at her without having to look away in case she sees me?
Why is it so hard to ignore the butterflies in my stomach, and just listen to the voice in my head that tells me to pour my heart out to her?
Sure it's nice to watch her from a far, but I would love to talk to her; to hear the sound of her beautiful voice fill my head with wonder and amazement.
If only it were that simple.
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