We look at each other with those lover's eyes when we should be paying attention to the lectures. I miss out on my notes to watch you. You dance around the classroom so effortlessly. I love when you curl your feet to get ready.

I can see past you, I just choose not to. I want to fall in love, I'm like a virgin. I've been serious with some others but it never stuck. I want to take my chances with you.

I hate your superficial tendencies. You criticize everyone they are talking, even me. You make me feel both special or ordinary. I can't be mad at it, it's just how you are. I won't try to change you; that's not what I'm here for. You're always bitter, but you open yourself up to me on rare occasions.

I want to share intimacies with you inside my room, even if my roommate is in town. I just want to see your shadow, and how it relates to my own. I want to be yours, I hope that you want to be mine too, it is a gamble. I want to dance with you, even if my heart gets broken by the music.

I want to stay up until the morning; we can wear pajamas and eat Chinese food. You don't need to wear make up with me, you're beautiful no matter who you are around.

You talked to me and asked if I had a girlfriend, pointing to the hickies on my neck. You wanted to hear if there was someone I was invested in. You put your number in my phone, with a green heart next to your name.

I haven't changed it since then, because I hope it'll mean something someday.