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Tall shy and Perfect.
A small description of three words that don’t really give you justice.
Brown hair and soft brown eyes, the frame of a person who couldn’t be better.
A person who I love dearly with my heart and soul.

People pick you apart and find reasons why you aren’t good enough.
I don’t see anything they are saying.
They don’t know the real you.
No one knows him like I do.

Walking home from school, it all comes out.
The flirty giggles and smiles. In other words it’s the real me.
Completely naked and exposed for you to criticize and judge.
Completely vulnerable.
Yet nothing happens, you don’t take advantage of me.
Just aids in my fantasies.

Hiding my house key so I have to search.
Anything to see me smile, is that it?

Do you get so preoccupied with your boring life that you would do anything to see someone smile courtesy of you?
I don’t mind, I do the same.

Dropping hints and clues, making myself so obvious its sad.
Yet you wont act on anything.
Here I am just sitting and waiting for you to ask that one question.
I know my answer, but until you ask those four words, here I sit.

Waiting. Watching.