I'll
always love
that rush I get when
your skin grazes mine. The way my heart beats faster
when your hand touches mine. How when you want to get my
attention,
you'd shake my arm as opposed to calling my name. How when I
help
you with an answer, you'd always pat my back to thank me. How
excited you
get when you get an answer right in class, when you weren't
even paying
attention in the first place. Your unbelievably cute smile. Your
laugh.
The fact that you always shake your leg, and you shake it even
more, if someone
says its annoying them. How you tend to always space out during
class.
How when you concentrate, you start chewing on your pinky's
nail.
That when I text you to remind you to do something, you'll
tell me the
following morning that you remembered to do it. That even though
you only
text me for homework help, you still thought of me for that split
second.
How you always know how to make me smile, even on my worst days,
and so much more.
But the
things I hate?
there
w i l l only be three;
You'll never
realize how much I like you. You'll never know any of
these
things, even though I'm dying to tell you. You'll
never be mine.
