I must've been dreaming when it happened. I mean...it's not like he wanted to hold my hand.
Aaaanyway...I know it's not right after the break up, but I can't help it. It's not like I'm looking for a new one right now, it's just an attraction...although I'm secretly hoping he'd be the one.
Him and his beautiful eyes. Long eyelashes. The tattoo on his right arm that makes him even cuter. His dyed hair. The way he plays guitar. The way he stares at me.
Flutter, flutter- goes the butterflies inside of me.
Have to resist, but something keeps making my head look back at his seat. Just the sight of him... flutter, flutter