the first time you saw him at the water fountain, he looked directly into your eyes with his beautiful baby blues as he swallowed the last gulp of water.
and you knew he was the one.
then later, in the cafeteria, you looked up from the copy of “the bell jar” you were eating your lunch behind and there he was, eating lunch three tables in front of you.
and you were both eating the beefy mac. It was a sign.
you memorized his schedule. you found out his address when you followed him home, walking a good block behind him.
you called his house from the payphone at the buy-n-bag. he said hello but you didn’t say anything or even breathe, just listened to him say hello? hello? before hanging up the phone. he sounded lonely.
One day you finally decided to make your move. He was coming home from his spanish tutor, going though the back road. he doesn’t turn around and see you sneaking from tree to tree and peeping at him.
you are right behind him. You say one sentence under your breath before you get in step with him:
“i can make you love me.”