Hey, do you think that we could just be friends?

Disclaimer: This is not directed at a single person...

I noticed you noticing me...no, this isn't another one of those cliché love stories where we run toward each other when we are the only ones in the whole world,  lace our fingers together then  I wrap my arms around your neck and yours around my waist and we dance and dance until we can leave and  live happily ever after.  It's the opposite. The exact opposite.  I felt you staring at me and I quickly glanced over to see if it was someone or just a figment of my imagination.

When I noticed it was you, I jerked my head away from your direction so you don't think that I even remotely feel the same….but I saw you smile at me...more of your jungle of nasty facial hair that covers most of your face slightly moving where the corners of your mouth are supposed to be. I know that stare, like a little puppy dog begging at the dinner table drooling all over the floor. I HATE THAT STARE. I don't want you the way that you want me so please, please just leave me be. 

Taking a Step of Faith

I scan the crowd searching for something more than what is right in front of me...I make eye contact with countless people, smile and continue searching. Suddenly our eyes meet...I am drawn in by the compassion that fills Your eyes...I take a step toward You and You take a step toward me without taking our eyes off of each other. You hold out Your hand for me to take...I step back, afraid....You continue looking at me with Your compassionate eyes with your hand extended....after my lengthy hesitation, I take Your hand. I trust You. Wherever You lead, I will go.

Somewhere in my imagination...

You intrigue me; I long to know the mysteries that are hidden within the light of your eyes. They do not reflect crystal clear water or the green sea, they reflect the mud in a remote pond somewhere that most people do not know about. This is not gross to me, it's fascinating. The beauty that lies within you is much more prominent than your outward beauty, although both your inner and outward beauty amaze me. Instead of seeing what lies beneath, there are layers and layers of you where most people would give up digging to find who you really are but I will not give up. I want to know who you really are. When I find out, we can interlock fingers along the unlevel concrete among broken people who are searching for themselves. Most people do not find this beautiful but to us, we are walking across streets of gold and sidewalk made of precious jewels among princes and princesses whose smiles give off the same light as diamonds do.