Black-rimmed Spectacles.
So
This is not a love confession
But
I think you are ridiculously good-looking
and I think you ought to know.
So
This is not to say that I look at you often
But
I think your serious working expression is captivating
and I think your clothes hang really well off your frame.
And
It's only because I am an auditory learner
That
I remember you talking about your interests
or that I can identify your voice easily.
And
It's a side effect of having an unruly imagination
That
I swiftly create stories that do not exist
or that I wonder whether the people I currently know will be in my future.
If
I constantly want to know more about you
Then
I should explain that I am insatiably curious
and possibly diagnosable as an incurable chatterbox.
If
I feel that your worries run parallel with mine
Then
It's because we are both only human
and share the same capacity for fear and understanding.
See
The thing is
You
May very well smile upon receiving a compliment
or might tell me more about your life and opinions.
See
The alternative is
You
Might smile one time less today
or may very well remain a stranger to me.
Wait
What's that awkward look you're giving me
No
There seems to be a misunderstanding here
Didn't I say this isn't a love confession?