Wanted

He wanted to tell her that he knew her favourite book, and her coffee order, and the way she always tapped her fingers on her thigh when she was in thought. He wanted to tell her that he prided himself on the fact that he memorised the freckles on her skin, and how the were like miniature stars forming their little constellations.

He wanted to tell her that he would he there for her, on the bad days too.

He wanted to hear her laugh and know that he was the reason. He wanted to tell her that she could call him at 2:53 in the morning and just cry, and he'd completely understand.

He wanted to tell her that she had completely beguiled him; that she was his entire world.

Instead, he smiled at her when they passed in the halls