There was something in the way I'd look at you intently, as if examining your face. I figured if I stared at you long enough like this, you'd figure out I had something to tell you. And then you'd pick it up from there and ask me, "Do you have something to say?"
I was hoping in the corner of your eye, you would catch my sidelong glances. Our hands rest a hand away from each other, the way they did years ago.
