Do you?

Do you know just how often, and the extent to how much I think about you. Do you know how much I look forward to the few days a week I get to see you? Do you know how easy it is for my mask to slip whenever you’re around? Do you notice the way I look for any excuse to talk to you? Do you notice how I avoid looking at you when we’re alone because I’m worried I’ll give it all away? Do you notice how much I light up when I realise I’m the cause of your laughter?

Do you feel it too? Do you?