Crush

Her

The way she looks at me,

the way she touches her hair.

She is a fascination.

She is someone

who taught me how to live.

She is the one by my side

in the hardest days.

She smiles when she sees me

and my heart is to the sky.

She is the one I adore.

Her confident appearance

is all I ever want to be.

Her adorable existence

is all I ever need.

She stands there

and I watch her.

She watches back

as we both fumble for words.

"Hello."

"Hi."

And we are lost in awkwardness.

Her heart is mine for the taking,

and my heart was hers long ago.

Now I reach for her hand,

and she takes mine.

She whispers, "I love you."

And I know this is right.