You’re talking and I hear every word you say, but I’m staring at your mouth, your chapped lips and slightly crooked teeth, wondering if I could ever fall in love with it and the words it speaks. I turn my attention to your hands and the way they fidget with the trash remaining from the food you just ate, and think of if I’d ever know what it felt like to hold them. The way you walk, it’s more of a saunter, will I ever get butterflies just from seeing you walk towards me? Could I love you and all your traits and flaws if you let me?

You’re staring at me now with a questioning look, and I suppose I heard every word you said, but I wasn’t really listening. I guess you had asked me a question and I quietly say no, praying to God that’s what you wanted. A smile spreads across your face, no was the right answer.

I’m already in love with your smile.