By Anonymous
He knows I like him. He knows, but he won’t say anything back. I don’t know for sure if he likes me, but something tells me he might.
His eyes are bright. A whiskey brown that shines in the sun. If he comes forward, I will be happy. If he asks me out, I will say yes.
If I find someone new, I’ll take a chance. But for now, I will continue to hope.
