Maybe it was the candlelight. Maybe it was your intense stare.

Something had my attention.

Maybe it was your tolerance for my spoiled ways. Maybe it was because I felt comfortable being a Fat Kid in front of you.

Hey, a girl’s gotta eat.

But something had my attention.

Maybe it was the way you called me by my government name and made it sound like ecstasy.

Or maybe that just happened because we both know you’re nas– …I digress.

I couldn’t put my finger on it.

I just know I found myself awaiting the next time I could put my arms around you.

You have my attention.

…to be continued.