Stolen glances, a quickened heart: is this a crush, or just the start?
There’s a curious tension in stolen glances. It’s a dance I find myself in with a face across the room. He isn’t someone I know well, perhaps just a schoolmate or someone I see at the cafeteria I frequent. Yet, a strange energy crackles when our eyes meet.
My heart does a little jump, a hummingbird trapped in my chest. It’s not a full-on, butterflies-erupt-in-my-stomach feeling, but a subtle quickening. It’s the kind of physical reaction that sparks curiosity, a question mark hanging in the air. Is this a flicker of attraction, or just a jolt of nervous energy?
I find myself catching myself looking his way. Not in a stalkerish way, of course, but with a subtle interest. Maybe it’s his laugh that reaches me across the room, a sound that seems genuine and warm. Perhaps it’s the way he focuses intently on something, his brow furrowed in concentration. Or maybe it’s simply the mystery of it all — the what-ifs and possibilities swirling in my mind.
There’s a comfort in the anonymity. I can build him up in my head, a character in a story I haven’t written yet. He could be anything, anyone — funny, kind, adventurous. The lack of information allows my imagination to paint him in the most flattering light.
The truth is, I don’t know if I like him. Like, in the traditional sense. There’s no grand pining or daydreams about holding his hand. But there’s this undeniable pull, a force that makes me steal glances and wonder what lies beneath the surface.
Perhaps the real question isn’t whether I like him, but whether I’m ready to explore the possibility. Maybe this stolen-glance attraction is the beginning of something more, or maybe it’s just a fleeting curiosity. The beauty lies in the not knowing, in the open-endedness of it all.
One day, I might gather the courage to bridge the gap between stolen glances and a real conversation. Until then, I’ll revel in the innocent intrigue, the mystery of the boy who makes my heart skip a beat across the crowded room.
