this is a fairly old one that i really loved, so here it is (:
he looks at me
every day he looks at me
our eyes meet in a momentary gaze
he smiles, brief and charming
and my stomach fills with butterflies
he adjusts his glasses and runs his hand through his hair
and every day we do this little dance
i've sort of gotten used to it
but surely there is more
than just a glance and a grin
someday he'll sit beside me
and we'll look at each other then
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