It's 4 am and somehow I'm not asleep.

Curled up on my mattress.

I join a call that my friends are talking in. It's 8 pm over where they are and I really couldn't be missing them more.

And then I heard you.

You, the guy with the funny profile picture.

You, with the deep voice.

You, you, you.

I get obsessed.

I don't talk.

In two hours you leave.

But I know that

You'd never notice me because I'm nervous.

Shy.

And she liked you first.

She knows you better, in a way I could never.

So I leave these moments of admiration behind.

In the day, I don't wonder about

You,

And your stupid attractive voice.

Your sarcasm.

And the way I fell in like. (I'm scared to think about it)

But in the night,

I let myself think.

Let my guard down.

Fantasize.

Because I've never wanted to dance with anyone

but you.