Sometimes I wonder,
What you thought when we first met
and you complimented my beret
in very bad taste
and I blushed
You had no way of knowing what it meant.
Sometimes I wonder,
What made you want to sit with me later
at a bistro that smelled badly of cigarettes
and rank fish
and we discovered a mutual addiction to coffee
And I really realized how I wanted to know you.
Sometimes I wonder,
what you thought when you walked me through the park
to my apartment, and held my hand
when I knew that we both wanted the same things
and my cousin was staring out the window at you
It signified more than it needed to.
Sometimes I wonder,
if you knew what I was thinking the second time,
that you're hands are beautiful
and softer than mine
and then we kissed finally
You're the most interesting person I could ever hope to meet.