Crush

I held her hand for a moment tonight.

It was strange, like I was 5 and she was my first crush. I could feel the familiar tingle of butterflies racing around my stomach. We fumbled hands for a second. I let go and grabbed her hand again, telling her that perhaps we could go out on Monday.

I could feel the redness of my cheeks after she walked away. I was sure she could feel it too, that she also blushed a little. We see each other so little, and when we do it's so uncomfortable. I never know what to say around her.

I feel more at ease sending her little texts back and forth. Just one or two lines at a time. It's like I can't be in the same room with her, yet I like watching her walk back and forth as she serves our table.

I smiled at her when she checked on our table. She gave a nervous smile back and waved. That's what it is-- we make each other nervous. I can't explain why-- we just do.

She looked so pretty. Dressed really simply in a white blouse and a black draped dress over. Her hair was up in a pony tail. And she smelled so nice, like a flower. Her skin was soft when I kissed her cheek.

I'm still blushing. I think I like her more than I want to admit.

I'm afraid she doesn't like me back the same way.

But I held her hand tonight. For a moment.

It makes me smile inside.