I see you there, at work. You smile as I approach and ask me to wait for a half an hour, you're off then. I smile and agree. You want me to stay with you, but I need to shop. I don't want to be clingy. We go to the food court, we talk, you have pretty much broken up with her. We walk, we smile. We're outside, far from where we started. You talk about grad again and I can tell you really are serious about being my date, so I accept. I love this moment. You tell me I could find a date easily, you tell me I have a personality that everyone loves and a body to kill for. I love you for helping me feel good about who I am. We see my friends and tag along for a movie, you sit beside me in the theater. you poke me, I poke you, we end up holding hands and chills run down my spine, what are you thinking? am I clinging on or is this a mutual thing? will this change anything? Halfway through the movie and we're still laced together, intertwined into eachother's lives. If I hadn't gone to the bathroom would you have held my hand forever? The movie ends, and we go to our seperate homes. We're still friends, but we've broken yet another barrier tonight. I love it when let me in.
