i think you know. no matter how discreet i try to be, i think you see my secret smiles and you see my lingering gazes. i think you hear the way my friends and i whisper to each other. i think you know, but i hope you don’t. i hope you don’t know that my mind wanders to you so frequently. i hope you don’t know that your face is the first one i seek in a crowd. i hope you don’t know that your laugh is the laugh i can pick out from a chorus of them. and i hope that, if you do, you don’t break my heart.
