My version of flirting is looking at someone I find attractive multiple times and hoping they’re more brave than I am.
Makes me think of strawberry shortcake.
The name i think about once and while.
The person i wish i still can talk to, and share laughs.
To hear her voice will be fulfilling.
To see her face would excite me.
To hold her would complete my existence.
Her name rings in my head, and expands my thoughts.
I think about you just to let you know.
There are soo many out-of-my-league woman out in the world.
It pains my feels evidently.
All i want is to flick someone’s hair back. Look them in the eyes,
And eventually pass out of over exposed cuteness.
I hate and love you woman…very.