I don’t know what she did or said
to make me love her…
Perhaps it was the stacking of
she did for me.
Or the way she managed to hold my attention
when she looked at me and told me her stories.
Or the sharp wit that made me laugh with her.
Or the day she casually touched my shoulder,
looking down at my screen to see what I would do.
But all I did was like the feel of her hand there.
Or the day I overheard her say she thought I was handsome.
Or the day she smiled at me as she passed and said it to me.
Or the day we had dinner, and I kissed her twice,
and she let me. Twice.
I don’t know what she did or said…