her
she’s so awkward but i know she tries to hide it, she wanted me close but I never noticed a quite bit. her late night stories and giggles used to make my day, her clumsiness took my breath away. i wonder if she knew but played dumb, because every time I looked at her way my heart melted some. hoping every time that she had something to tell me, she never did but her eyes did, you see. she was bad at making eye contact, maybe she knew it all too well. this might have never been what we were supposed to, we were just an open ended story, only we were not the writers of it.