Something I found on my computer, written June 2005

His eyes are the brightest blue when he smiles, almost as if the sun directly shines upon him the moment the corners of his lips began to rise. She obserbs the way he speaks, the way his face looks when his eyes meet hers. Her heart almost jumps with excitement standing next to him. She imagines her hands in his, it seems so tangable yet so far from reality. The realization of how un-realistic her imagination is, deepends her want for him. She can hardly stand it. Reading him is almost compleatly inpossible, he's a closed book to her. All she wants is to know him, understand him. She is unsure of what he is thinking of when he's with her. Only wishes she knew.. it would make the decision to speak up much less difficult. She'll keep quiet untell she knows for sure that speaking wont ruin everything she's worked hard to build up. She'll keep watching his blue eyes when he smiles, when he speaks, wait for some sort of sign that what she's feeling is the way things are supose to be.