Hard to get

When my roommate introduced me to you,

and my eyes met yours, I already knew.

Had a feeling freshman year would change.

It was the start of something new.

 

Accidentally bumping into you in the halls

made me want to play dress up that fall.

Always wanting to steal an extra glance at you,

but without letting you know at all.

 

You strolled into my tiny room and sat on the bed next to me,

as I pretended to study, humming softly.

You kept prying for more,

but I would only drop subtle hints, maybe weekly.

 

I bet your heart raced too every time I knocked on your door,

dragging you out to our late night food runs, just us four.

We always ended up directly across.

I couldn’t have asked for anything more.

 

My floormate suggested I play hard to get,

so I often paced in the hallway pretending to call a guy I met.

I hope you realized, all along it was just my brother.

Your enticing presence, how could I neglect?

 

Five years later, my mind somehow still wanders back to you.

Reminiscing, if only I knew.

I would’ve cherished every slow walk beside you,

so I wouldn’t have to wish for superpowers to fly me back to you.