You do not see me looking at you.
My mind spaces and heart races at the thought of you.
When you look into my eyes, I wonder if you see? My whole world seems to stop whenever you’re next to me.
My motor skills decline, and I become a klutz. But hopefully you will not notice my clumsiness that much.
Or maybe it’s best that you figure it out, then I can know the truth, and clear my mind of doubt. Hopefully…
—by Brianna Nelson