One million invisible lines

I get the feeling lately he wants to kiss me. The last three times we've said goodbye there's something left lingering in the air. Maybe it's just him lingering around not knowing where his keys are. Maybe its all in my head. Maybe its the change in weather. Oh wait, I forgot where I lived for a second...

This lyric keeps running through my head...

"You and me, we're just fine. One million invisible lines.

Out your head and into mine."

Whatever the heck that means.

But I feel it. 

It is this unspoken knowing .

The way his eyes changed after we hugged

and wouldn't unlock from mine.

For longer than the time before

we said goodbye.

Unspent tension

building up

and pouring through his gaze.

I'm pretty sure he wanted to kiss me.

If only that one time....
lately.

Its times like this I wish I had a magic wand.

because then I would just turn me into a frog.

Who wants to kiss a frog?!

Oh, yeah.

Stupid fairy tales.