I have romanticized the thought of you- the way you speak, and the things you speak of. We have shared plenty of fun, and some more intriguing conversations. You support my optimism for life, and aren't afraid to debate a topic passionately. Your taste in music, your designer clothes, your lack of 'grit'... I have butterflies thinking of the boy from the right side of the tracks.
I find it difficult to speak to you in person, afraid that my attraction will be immediately obvious.
I think about you all the time, and have psyched myself.
But, we will never be an 'us'.
I take condolences everytime we dance, and I feel your body near mine- the smell of your sweet cologne lingers with me for days.
---A Barely Friend