When I sit in class and I see you in the corner of my eyes I imagine how beautiful it would be to be yours. To feel your fingers intertwined with mine. To look you in the eyes and see a smile appear on your mouth. Having conversations about the world and it´s history. About our lives and all the shit we had to go through to learn our lessons. I want to kiss you softly on your oh so pretty lips and I want to tell you the words that will make you feel all the emotions.

I want you. But I can´t. I am just someone observing you from the corner of my eyes and imagining impossible things.

I love the idea of you with me.