You’re always here, watching me be it at a distance or somewhere close by, I’ve noticed you before a look here a glance there but more often it’s a longing and knowing gaze. I’ve caught you at times looking at me, after a laugh or tossing my hair, as if you were reading a beautiful poem and I wonder do you even know my name…Ansley, it’s not common perhaps you do, do you know my hobbies, favorite books, favorite animal, color, do you know anything about me. All at once I realize that I now am staring at you, quickly I look away but wanting to hold your eyes with mine, I suppose before today I never really saw you in the way I imagine you see me. Capturing every detail in even the shortest of glances, I will admit I don’t know your name…but I do know at least one of your interests…me. I want to know you the way you seem to know me without ever having spoke to me, your pensive insightful eyes bore into me I can feel it even if you’re not looking, and I know when you’re not looking because now I look for you.
You’re not around as often anymore, I suppose you must have other things to do than sit and stare at me all day…I’ve begun to miss the feeling of your eyes on me, sometimes when I think about you I catch myself smiling and in turn hope that you’re looking. Occasionally, albeit rare, I’ll see you before you see me and a lot of the time you’re reading, once you got a paper cut and I felt this pang in my chest and I wasn’t quite sure what it was. A day or so ago, you were looking at me and I thought I heard something in the distance, I’m not sure how but I heard a woman call out “Henry” and I remember you looking away and talking to someone, is that your name Henry… I never see you with anyone, I wasn’t sure you had any friends. Now that I know your name I feel confident that I can talk to you, so tomorrow we will meet and I’ll finally know you the way I want to.
…Henry are you there…