Does he know?
No.
I only saw him once,
but that glimpse started it all.
Now I long to see him
every day.
Does he know I exist?
Maybe.
I can't talk to him,though.
I blame my shyness,
but being quiet helps.
When you listen, you learn,
and now I know more about him.
Does he know me?
Maybe.
I spoke with him today,
and those first words were awkward,
but as we talked,
I grew more comfortable.
Do I tell him?
No.
I don't think that
he thinks of me that way.
I will be his friend.
That is enough.
Does she know?
No.
I am careful around her,
because she would guess what I want.
And she would tell him.
Do I want that?
I don't know.
This is hard
and frustrating.
Feeling it,
but not speaking it.
As time passes, it grows.
It changes form but remains the same.
Then, one day he speaks to me,
and I tell him of it.
He smiles
and tells me the same.
Does he know?
Yes.
I love you.
