She giggles and it's the sweetest sound in the world. I wish I could listen to her laugh all day but lunch ends and we go our separate ways.
I try to sit close to her but nothing's quite close enough. I want to feel overwhelmed by her body, completely surrounded in her beauty...but I just can't get close enough that it's not weird.
I try not to stare. I tend to be quiet these days. Everyone else talks and I get talked over like usual so I shut up. I rather listen to her smooth, sultry voice than anything else. I wish we could go on a fancy dinner date where I'd just sit and listen to her talk about her passions and failures and hear the excitement in her voice rise and fall. I would just sit and eat and smile and nod, give my input even now and then
And when she'd ask why I'm so quiet I'd say, "Because I much rather hear your voice and your passions than mine."
But I can't take her to dinner. It would be date to me but not in her eyes. I'd take her to one of those dimly lit restaurants that are otherwise quiet besides calm jazz playing in the background and guests speaking amongst each other in a low whisper at their tables. She would order whatever she wanted and I would handle the check. I'd treat her like the queen she is. I'd treat her like royalty every day because that is how much she means to me. But I know I won't get that chances I have to look out for her from afar. It hurts.
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