I sometimes wonder if she truly does know. Not that I like her because that much is obvious, but I wonder if she knows that every time I let go of her hands I want to keep holding on and that every time we talk I wish it was longer, I lose my breath when I see her and my heart skips a beat when she texts me. I wonder if she knows that when she brushes by me I almost trip and when I touch her every move was planned and thought about to make her feel comfortable and loved. I wonder if she knows that I think about her always and never get tired of her, that I love her, and I wonder if she loves me too.











