Meeting You

Have you ever met someone

And been so tongue-tied you could barely speak? 

Like You felt like you were finally complete,

And all you could do was talk to yourself in whispers?

That's how I felt when I met you.

I couldn't stop staring at your pink lips. 

I wanted to touch them so badly.

Maybe even with my own.

But then you started talking about all the other girls you liked.

I was green with envy,

But I knew I could only be seen as a friend.

I decided, I would be the best friend you could ever ask for.

You still wake up to my messages

And respond to everything I do.

And I can't help but wonder if I'll ever feel the same warmth

When I hug you again.