yearning.
subtle signs of want.
eyes tracing over their features while they're turned away, catching on their eyelashes fluttering against their skin, the slope of their nose, the curve of their lips.
hands brushing, fingertips twitching, savoring the sparks that ignite from touching them, and resisting the urge to chase after it.
hanging onto their every word, engraving the sentences they speak into their very bones.
bodies in close proximity, focusing on how electric the air is, and being hyperaware of how their heat is searing itself into their skin.
idealizing them, imagining them in their fantasies, thinking repeatedly about their best qualities.
having them constantly on their mind, finding reminders of them in the most mundane of daily activities.
a tightness in their chest, an ache in their body at the thought of what they don't have.
leaning in to gaze at them better, taking note of every little detail, every new addition to their appearance, and staring like they'll slip through their fingers if they ever look away.
staying silent when the topic is brought up, too fearful to broach it in case of rejection, or maybe just unwilling to fully commit, and merely returning to their longing afterward.
overthinking what they say, what they do, desperate for the other's attention, just to have their eyes on them.
being unable to believe that what they feel could ever be returned, becoming complacent with the absence in their chest despite its heaviness.
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