What is this feeling, welling up inside of me?
I wonder how much we share, what we have in common, and if that’s enough to start a conversation.
I must know more about you—your wants, your likes, your interests.What you think of me, if you think of me.
My hands shake a bit as I think about that, echoing the slight tremor in my heart as you turn my way.
Is this it? Do I tell you how I feel? And will you do me the sublime honor of reciprocating this glowing, effervescent fixation I have for you?
Also, what’s your name?