I found myself bespelled by his lips and the way they sat slightly pressed together on his face. And when I felt myself staring at his mouth, and my mouth simultaneously parting, I tried to look away and was caught by his eyes. He was doubtful in that moment, and while I tried to keep myself from drooling, I realized his uncertainty made him even more attractive. It’s the quiet exchanges where neither of us want to look away, but couldn’t if we tried, that have led me to this point. I want him for keeps.
I want to wrap myself in his hair and feel his voice hum close to my neck. I want him to understand that I’m not making faces because I think he’s weird. I’m not judging him in any way. I’m the weird one! I’m awkward and shy and when he’s around I giggle and make faces and look like a hyena on crack. But I shake when he’s around me. Like my body can’t hold my excitement. Like my soul knows something my mind can’t yet comprehend. And it’s a good shake. And I think he feels it too.
Talk. We need to talk. Really talk. Get it all out there.
I see you. I understand you.
But we need to talk.
Odd Blood 