Out of my way
I’m not a person to go out of my way for someone, that was until I “accidentally” ran into you. I didn’t even think twice. When did I become such a fool? Or the real question is when did I start thinking about you so much?
is it weird to say I’ve never felt this way with anyone else? I catch myself stealing glances at you, ones that are so obvious but at some point I stopped caring if people saw me looking at you. I remember the day we were walking together, I made some stupid joke and you laughed. I remember how much I knew I’d miss that moment while I was living it. Every talk I have with you, for even a few seconds we stare at each other. I look into your green eyes and I pause. Unsure of what to say or almost as if there’s something familiar with you. Is it selfish to say I think about you all the time? I think about your stupid smile, or your dumb jokes. Or I think about how you’d laugh at a joke I made that nobody else laughed at.
But it’s not dumb or stupid, it’s something I’ve grown so fond of.
Because the way I feel for you is something I swore I would never feel again.
Until I met you, you asked me questions that made my brain tick. You knew exactly what to ask, exactly what to do to make my heart skip. I hate how my stomach flips from the little things you do, most of all I don’t hate it.
Not even a little bit.
I’m not a person to go out of my way for someone, until I went through a crowd just to catch up to you. I recognize your laugh like a bullet through the air, anytime I hear the sound i immediately look around. Because maybe it was you
i know you’ll never see this, nor do I intend to tell you. But, I just want you to ask me. Ask me for my number, just ask. - Stripes