I have a crush on the Library Boy.
He has a favourite desk by the windows.
He brings his apple, his brown back pack with
His running shoes tucked inside.
He drinks water from a reusable water bottle
and his cheeks are flushed with health.
His hair is tounsled in that “I am too busy with
my studying to care about how I look.”
He is lean but strong, earthy but intelligent.
He always is listening to music.
I go to the library just so I can see him sitting
at work on his MacBook Pro: We match.
I think he is geography. Or something.
He was doing math the other day.
Today I walked by and he caught my eye,
smiled. And I looked at the floor, pretended
I never saw the exchange and continued to
walk to my desk by the window.
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