I remember that quiet day.

Classes had just finished.

We were outside,

Sitting in our special spot,

Under a tree down by the lake.

We sat close,

Our hands lying lazily

A few inches apart.

You probably don't even notice.

I looked over at you,

I can tell

Something's troubling you.

But I said nothing.

Probably just the OWLS coming up soon.

I've been thinking,

You're my best friend

And we've known each other for a while

But here lately,

You're the only thing I can think of.

Your voice, your face, your smell

You're everywhere!

I think I know what it is

But I can't be sure.

I think

I like you.

I don't know how it got to this point,

To me actually liking you.

It snuck up on me really.

And you've been on my mind ever since.

I'm pretty sure you don't feel the same.

Crushing on your goofy, retarded friend?

Yeah, right.

I was broken out of my thoughts

By a quiet, shaky sigh.

I looked over at you,

In silent questioning.

You responded by giving me a determined look,

Slowly inching your hand closer,

Closer to my hand.

Your fingers lace through my own.

Familiar, yet so strange.

I stared at our intertwined hands,

Before glancing up at your face.

You were looking away,

Towards the lake,

With a small, pleased smile,

Just barely there.

I relaxed and squeezed your hand gently,

Feeling everything

From that one simple touch.

No words were needed.

We somehow, already knew.