therealkatiewest:

I watch as he opens the door for her, and as she passes through it, put his hand in the small of her back. His hand, I notice, looks powerful and protective. And it’s then that I realize that not only do I have to get her to notice me, with my hands that are too delicate to be powerful and too small to be protective, but I have to get her to notice me among all the men she already knows she could love.

I think about kissing girls.  I think about kissing her. I should be thinking about something else.

I think about kissing her.