Diary Excerpt #54

I'm so fluttered I can barely sleep.
All I can do is write.
About you.
About your face, your hair, your eyes.
Your guitar, your smile, your laugh.
The way your hands look while holding my favorite beer,
and how much better they'd look wrapped in mine.

I'm probably crazy - in fact I'm sure I am.
One night can't determine anything, can it?
You didn't even ask me to dance.

I can't forget that look. I can't forget it.
No matter how many pages I use to discourage myself.
I know the way you looked at me.
I've seen it before.

Could it really be you?