Just Truckin Along

I really do like him.

I could say that he's my favorite,

And it wouldnt be off the mark.

He makes me smile and laugh

When he smiles and laughs.

I love our banter,

And I can call it 'ours'.

He makes my pulse thump,

My knees bump,

And my breath whoosh!

I really do like him,

But I dont know how he sees me...

I could pretend that I'm the only girl he likes,

But that would be ignorant of me.

These butterflies just wont go away,

And inside they are tearing me apart.

Just ask me! I yell inside my head.

Just love me! I yell again.

I dont think he can hear me.

I really do like him,

And I want him now.

This boy doesnt know what he does to me,

And maybe I need to keep it that way.

This infatuation can only bring two things:

Love

&/or

Pain.

I just cant risk it.

I really do like him.

The way he does his hair,

The way he talks about others,

The way he loves everyone,

The way he listens,

The way he laughs,

The way he smiles,

The way he loves,

The way he lives.

I really do like him.

The End.