memory of george

I saw how you looked at me. I didn’t know who you were.

You may or may not have known who I am

But I caught how you looked at me.

How you looked at me inspired me.

Someone likes how I look

I thought.

I like how you look, too.

The next time you looked at me

I felt shy

I felt shy because the first time you looked at me

Made me feel differently.

The third time you looked at me,

You looked very handsome.

That’s when you winked at me.

The wink made me giddy inside.