I'd never wanted anything so bad, as I wanted you that night. The way your hand hung beside mine after you would run it through your hair. The way you would lay low in your chair so that when you laughed I could feel it move through me; just like the goosebumps. The way you would look over at me during a really funny part and smile, it made me want to melt. You had my heart already, and you may have known it right then If the theater wasn't so dark. It hid all the small parts of me that were a dead giveaway, like my hand that hung so close to you, but just far enough that you couldn't feel it. The way my eyes would dart to you every once in a while just to see you smile. The way my body leaned towards yours and my feet crossed in your direction. The way that I would sweep my hair from my face so that it hung across your arm. The way my heart was beating louder than any laugh in the theater that night. I tried to get inside your head right there, see if I could feel the rapture in your heart as well. All I felt though was sadness, because here I was sitting as close as I could to this boy, this beautiful boy who I loved, and I knew that it was the closest I would ever get.