I'm aware that you chose me
It was between me and her and you chose me. I know because I'm standing here with you. But it hurts that she was there in the first place. Sometimes your gaze lingers and my heart aches.
should I just be content to be chosen?
Here’s a secret
Sometimes I feel like I’ll do anything just to see you tap the brim of my hat and smile whenever I walk past. The suffocating feeling that has followed me so closely fades into comfort when I meet your eyes. Suddenly I have a new safety.
You make it too difficult to walk away
I kinda sorta maybe like you?
How do I know? There's no rapid heart beating or sweaty palms. No butterflies or shallow breathing. But there is safety and comfort and warmth. When and how did this come about. One second I'm laughing and then, before I know it, my eyes are drifting and searching you out.
Hopefully this ends well
